The Crane

I care for you.
Like a universal law,
it simply is.

Another beautiful day,
Goose Ridge in the sun.
Here I sit.

Fruits of my morning labor,
all around me.

Heard a sandhill cry,
just now.

It All Means You

I do not know,
what this is.
What is it for?

A man sits outside,
writes and writes.

High, Summery clouds,
in May.

Doves, collared,
and mourning.
Chasing in the Spring.

Somehow,
it all means you.

Her Smile

"Is this for me?"
Her delight.
“I’ll take it home and plant it!”

See you next month.

A sky-blue wildflower,
with a bit of grass.
And with that,
her smile.