shocks of thunder you can't help but listen

final exams the slush of winter leaves and tired eyes

treetop winds nothing left of summer to stop them

power blinks adding more darkness to December's calendar

the new rain doesn't care how many drops have already fallen

an uninvited guest the basement makes room for more water

mixing bowl crumbs everything falls to the center

homemade bread taking some of the dampness out of the air

morning breaks with a hint of cinnamon from the spice rack

up the hackberry's pimpled bark the smooth run of a squirrel

the carols of geese in wing formation

woodpile chickadees one song to the other