the first spring mowing
stands of white clover and blue
lyre-leaf sage left
~~
on the headstone
of an unknown soldier's grave
a mockingbird
~~
post-tornado:
faint scent of cedar among
the uprooted trees
~~
two goldfinch
at the new thistle feeder
of my former home
~~
quiet Mother's Day
past the deck, the unmown yard
remaining so
~~
beyond the glass door
cottonwood fluff, a red wasp~
still the rivers rise
~~
c 2011, Pat Laster, author
A Journey of Choice
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Hi Pat,
ReplyDeleteDid the storms come close? I wondered when I read the line, "...of my former home." Hope all is well. Enjoyed reading. Dennis