Welcome Lee, and thanks for doing this again -- last time was very invigorating and great fun. I'll break the ice by copying over the batch I put in the open mic thread:
Hold still, dragonfly –
I promise not to zoom in
much closer than this.
Gypsy moth cocoons
in a canopy of trees –
sound of gentle rain.
Chilly morning wind
as the sun begins to set –
the fog didn’t lift.
The geyser erupts –
for a moment I forget
the smell of sulfur.
Two oystercatchers
call to each other and fly
before the next wave.
I will never know
if that is a sea lion
or a bunch of kelp.
On a blade of grass:
the last remaining droplet
of yesterday's rain.
Forgive me, spider –
the sun only lit one strand
of your sidewalk web.
A pink penstemon
holding a poppy petal –
a brand new flower.
Buried in a pile
of camellia petals:
camellia petals.
David R.
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