until we
meet again . . .
wildflowers along the highway

-Paula Sears

golden hour
entering the hive
a bee’s wing-light

-Paula Sears

endless sky . . .
the sun, moon, and stars
in a dandelion

-Paula Sears

early light
a morning glory vining
through the broken porch step

-Paula Sears

rising over
her bedcovers
storybook moon

-Paula Sears

evening chill –
the apple trees full
of constellations

-Paula Sears

sunlit stream
a swan feather floats
with the willow leaves

-Paula Sears

winter fog
the frayed remnants
of a sailor’s knot

-Paula Sears

skipping stones
into the sound . . .
cumulus clouds

-Paula Sears

the softest sound
in the sound
morning fog

-Paula Sears