Waxing crescent moon—
 
like the oldest trees on earth
 
I cry, “Light! More light!”

 
 

Drought-time conundrum:
 
How many rains will it take
 
to soften the earth?

 
 

No one seems to mind
 
that, along with planet Earth,
 
April’s ending soon.

 
 
 

I will miss you, Earth,
 
and your hundred million songs,
 
when I have to leave.

 
 
 

The last white dahlia
 
has bloomed, its petals falling
 
to the earth like snow.

 
 
 

unleashed maple leaves
 
staining the crisp air crimson
 
as they fall to earth

 
 
 

A cottonwood leaf,
 
finally losing its grip,
 
flutters to the earth.

Waiting

 
 
 

summer’s waning days—
 
still waiting for a rainstorm
 
to un-parch the earth

Lettuce

 
 
 

first lettuce of spring—
 
eating it straight from the earth
 
without a dressing

Plummeting

 
 
 

fire on the mountain—
 
a sparrow with smoke-filled lungs
 
plummeting to earth