Jeffrey Hanson



morning clouds

etching the blue


before dawn
 this darkness will rise




letting it

wash over me…

evening breeze


heartache running my fingers along
 the seam line




summer heat the tomato's
 red glow




summer breeze... what is,
 what is not





this one

I hold on to


new moon

the life

I did not choose


lone star

holding it all



garden bell

waiting to be found

waiting to be rung


just you and I

this early morning

full moon