Frog peeking out of a rose after the rain. Photo taken by my late son Scott Tucker.
After The Rain
After the rain
Spring wheat
Exchanges
Marriage vows
With the fertile ground.
One by one
Eagles sail across
The valleys
Face. I wave.
From this
Granite ledge
Solitude
Finds me
Gathering dream
Laughter,
Following
A dirt road
That
Disappears
Into the pines
Where strife ends
At the last
Telephone pole.
Poetry on Wings 
You just took my breath away. Searching for a word to describe my feelings and realize in English it hasn’t been invented. For now. “Breath-taking”
Thank you so much Joyce.
Yes, it is one of my most recent. ❤️