Daydrift

(C) R.L.K.

this morning our
world's a world in
half-shadow, a
world of soft sound

and leaf-flutter;
the lingering
smell of last night's
rain on wet grass

stirs memories,
and now and then
there's a brief tune
from the wind chimes

This Place, At Times

(C) R.L.K.

Dawn. In the garden,
the sunlight flings dew over
the young marigolds.
....

Afternoon shadows
struggle through garden walls, fall
across the roses.
....

All night long, the sound
of the rain softly falling
into the garden.