The air feels like another season.
Thoughts and feelings
And the sun’s track
Are simultaneously
New and the same.
Deeply rich as ever
Though with the unfamiliar weight
Of a new pair of shoes
Now I walk with grace.
Strong smells of the nutmeg trees
Dropping their seeds on the road.
Sounds of the hawk and stellar’s jay.
Two mating banana slugs.
Songs from the creek.
Good talk about life and love and death.
All of it infused with thoughts of you
And anticipation of writing this note.
And of your reading it
Right now.
(about the poems)