though almost invisible
this bright day
the toddler finds
its pale crescent
“Moo! Moo!”
second performance of the Nutcracker
“magic dust” glitter on everything
shining in the sun
plastic bags woven
in an osprey’s nest
as she turns
the glint of a diamond
on her nose
in the quiet
study room
a loud perfume
spring morning
the redbud blossoms
taste like raw peas
sailing trip
grapes taste
of sunscreen
as I walk
through fallen leaves
the smell, the sound