in a field of white, a crimson pond spread its curious shoresaway from the thicket.beyond, geese honked their warning two minutes too late,their wings like laughter as they took to the sky

so light you can hardly feel it but it patters soft against the metal awning. birds sing in distant trees, little chatters rise and fade as hummingbirds zip from place to place. enough rain has accumulated to begin a slow dripdripdripfrom the eaves and leaves. just now, a sigh of wind that makes me pull…