.
Golden Ragwort buds
Hopped up with early morning dew —
Breakout audacity
Derring-Do
st augustine
Whispered Promise
.
An easy path,
A calm sea,
And a pastel sky,
Beckon to me.
Probing Etiquette
.
Though exceptions without question abound,
Detailed rules prove reliably unsound.
So, ’tis best to leave closed doors untried
Till voluntarily welcomed inside.
Natural Causes
.
An old window in an old, damaged wall,
Reflecting a building across the way,
Lures only child passerby,
The common fate of minor wonders.
Monday Morning Fork
.
With the sun to his left, below the trees
–The golden hour for photography —
He looks down the north end of Charlotte.
He’s covered this street twice recently,
So, there’s no more to camera-capture,
But he turns and walks it nonetheless,
For it is a quiet and pleasant street,
The time is now golden,
And he has no promises to keep.
A Quieting
First year cardinals shop new homes,
While butterflies wrap up.
Salvia pedals fade,
Ceding stems to seeds,
And oak leaves spiral earthward,
Blanketing drowsy roots. ‑‑
How my autumn garden yawns!
Late Comers
With seeds scattered back in spring,
And low leaves like weeds through summer,
Autumn blooms now reach for hearts.
Fresh Take
A quiet early morning walk
May loosen a stiffened calf,
Unlock a blocked solution,
Reset a troubled heart.
A.M. De-Stressing
Soon it will be seven, and the bridge master will raise the drawbridge for the first time.
The gears will bellow as the plates bend upward tall-masted ships released at last will ease through the opening churning the waters as they pass soon after that the plates will descend again and the line of waiting cars long now will pour onto Cathedral Street hood-to-trunk hand-to-horn jockeying for too few parking spaces this will play out every half hour again and again and again till seven p.m.
But not at this moment.
Transition
Lone ketch at dawn
Moored off the seawall
During an incoming tide –
Pleasing interlude
Between night and sunrise
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