Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Autumn creatures & plants - poems

Dogwood at Dairy Hollow

ON TUESDAY
Monday's
spider not there.
Without going closer,
I strain my eyes for a look-see:
nothing.
~~~

PERSISTENCE
I douse
one large ant hill
in the stone-filled sidewalk.
The next week, an even larger
one's built!
~~~

TOO TINY TO SEE
Web from
holly to Norfolk
pine, but no sign of its
maker on this cool September
morning.
~~~

SAVED BY THE OLD WOMAN
Cat tries
to go inside
with a squirming lizard
in his mouth . . . "No, no, no you don't!"
I said.
~~~

MAKING THEMSELVES VISIBLE
Juvy
redbird, robin
fly into my vision--
one in the purple shrub; one in
the grass.
~~~

ALONE
Scruffy
fledgling redbird
has the "pool" to himself
after his sister abandons
her bath.
~~~

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN
Maple
leaves--five of them--
fall, one at a time; one
after the other, nestle in
the grass.
~~~

AUTUMN'S HERE!
A long
blooming season--
those Encore azaleas
that welcome the sunny first day
of Fall.
~~~
~~~


                                          Spider webs are everywhere these days

c 2017 PL, dba lovepat press





Monday, September 18, 2017

Mid-September: poems

#299 'TIS THE SEASON
Drier
than at any
time this summer--yellow-
bell and wild coleus both are
drooping.
~~

#297 WHIRRING
I hear
a hummingbird
behind me . . . in a bit,
it pauses within view, then flies
away.
~~

#298 HIDING
Redbird--
its 'chit' constant
but undiscovered. Now,
it's moved from the dogwood to the
maple.
~~

#300 ON THE PORCH AT DUSK
Night bugs
providing me
with stereophonic
music--some from the east, some from
the west.
~~

#301 A FORUM
Goldfinch,
tufted titmouse
and a sparrow all bathe.
Why so many birds all of a
sudden?
~~

#302 INTERPRETATION
"I think
he (the Prez) means..."
Why does his staff always
feel they have to explain the things
he says?
~~

#303 LOSS OF A FRIEND
Spacecraft
Cassini burned
up as planned in Saturn's
ringed atmosphere after twenty
years' work.
~~
c 2017, PL, dba lovepat press - hummingbird photo by Thurman Couch






Sunday, September 10, 2017

Tiny creatures lurking about: poems

Tiny
hummingbird rests
on a beautyberry
limb close to the feeder. Next look,
it's gone.

Next look,
it's back again.
Third look, there's TWO of them.
How much longer will they stay, I
wonder.
~~~
PL, 9/10/17

At dusk,
week-eating grass
around the roses, I
look up: nose to nose with a black
spider!
~~~
PL, 9/9/17

The squirrel
forages in
the wagon full of grass
clippings and irises' brown tips.
Surely,

with all
the pear leavings
thrown into the hedge row,
it's not hungry. It scampered off,
mouth full.
~~~
PL, 9/9/17

Juvy
redbird, robin
visit Couchwood today--
one in the purple shrub, one in
the grass.
~~~
PL,  9/9/17