Glimpsed by the highway

Through the chill holiday rain -

Wet backyard swing set

Through blue silk, her thigh,

Brushed by the back of my hand,

Scorched in memory.

When I was a child

The night was loud and bright with

Whippoorwills, fireflies.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Sunday evening blues:

Now the weekend is over

How fast it flew by.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Cleaning out the shed

All the things I loved to do:

Nests for birds & mice