August – week 3

just to remind us

he’s not gone yet

a chiffchaff

picks insects

from the washing line



light through the pines

the chiffchaff’s song


August rain —

one last duckling

left on the lake


dawn rain…

between two worlds

I listen

for words

that fell in the night


unpredictable nature —

looking for dippers

seeing a heron


at the hearth

of this ancient sky

with ash

on her fingers…

the heron’s flight



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