Evening

at the beach, right after dusk, with the moon high in the sky.

Quiet

except for the whirr and clamor of bugs and birds in the tall grasses.

Swirl of foam,

unpredictable waves, cousins holding hands in the middle of a summer sea.

  

Carolina, tidal creek

Out of the water

for a moment or two.

More heat, more light

and so much to see in the wetlands.

Another June --

with Mira's herd

The end of the party

is always the best.

Sweet green tangle

This is how summer begins here.

A friendly chaos