Sweeping summer storm
erases the sky
Evening draws
her pink silken bed curtains
with a sigh

View from my front porch last night, after the storm
Sweeping summer storm
erases the sky
Evening draws
her pink silken bed curtains
with a sigh
View from my front porch last night, after the storm
I am coming home late
if you are meeting me at the gate
unintentionally, but still
at the end of a long day
I shall go my own way
and leave you to play
sweet clover for you
sweet dreams for me
lettuce savor the evening
dear Big Brown Rabbit