Seventh Summer Stone

                                                  one lone ripe berry
                                                       my patience
                                                           tested.
                                                    

Sixth stone

The house is full of the scent of blueberry muffins baking,
and I am a child once again.

Fifth Stone - watching

A bird sits on the fence only a foot away.
I stay still, wait, listen to it sing as it watches me.
After three minutes I slowly walk by.
Unphased the bird continues chirping its song,
watching, watching, watching me go.
I wonder if I am the bird's stone.

Fourth Stone

parking lot
trucker sleeps against window
one sun-red cheek

July River of Stone #3 - rusty tussock moth larva

Those four mountains you carry upon your elongated, red spotted body look like yellowed paint brushes. The bristly protruding hairs, spikey tail, and hairy antennae make you look fierce.   Yet, you are beautiful in a way and certainly more interesting than the brown moth you will become. 

July River of Stones #2 - one day after the hail storm

The zucchinni plant looks like someone used it for target practice. No evidence of the perpetrator remains.

July River of Stones #1

Scattered beneath the red currants, July hail looks like giant white berries.