These Dabbling Ducks

These Dabbling Ducks

Covered in down and bobbing till the sky turns pink then scarlet.

This Jaunt Along the River

Thrilling to feel the breezy northern fall weather rolling in.

A Few Layers Under the Earth

And feeling like were getting somewhere.

This Magic Marker

And the scrivener who set the tone for the world that ought to be.

Who Are You? They Ask.

Oh…”rare one, you reveal the pleasure of wisdom and practice”… Rumi

This Ride

This Ride

‘Twas a thrill against an opalescent sky.

In the Underbelly

In the Underbelly

Of this heartland.

The City Turns Fuchsia then Cerulean

The City Turns Fuchsia then Cerulean

All after another black and yellow win.

This Rig

This Rig

For keeping little bodies behind desks warm.

This Vibrant Flora Spilling Over

This Vibrant Flora Spilling Over

For being a luscious exemplar of perseverance in an urban garden.