An osprey's keening
      brings to mind cool lakes and streams
as we wait for rains.

my toes, beneath
   a canopy of breeze-blown
   grass: watching the lake shimmer.

The mist from my hose,
diamonds mixed with dust, rising
from the arid soil.

Through pink spring breezes
     a peregrine sideways-slips
     as through a closing door.

Bees and butterflies
     have arrived - thank goodness I
           have herbs and dandelions!

     even in these pine woods:
          after rain - such shades of green
delight, and calm, me.

Too many inputs
have led me to hit my wall.
Time for the forest.