castle ruins
sheep graze
in the great hall
castle ruins
sheep graze
in the great hall
February fourteenth
playing kiss chase
in the schoolyard
only me awake
relishing the silence
between snores
wrapping my hair
around my face
leafy gusts
the farmer’s cows
lying down
I pack my mac
dry season
the snail retreats
into itself
grazing
on our roses
these greenfly
topiary
growing addicted
to summer
family picnic
our dog shakes the stream
into the drinks
last trick in the book
the first murmur
of laughter