One Memorial Day's poems

.

No breeze
except the one
made as I swing and write.
Birds still sleep? Not the usual
traffic.

As I

swing, the shadows

of the Norfolk pine grace

pages of the newspaper while

I read.

A small

brown butterfly

flits onto my paper

for a millisecond, then to

 pansies.

Even

most vehicles

sound subdued, respectful

on this Memorial Day as

they pass.

As if

in deference

to Memorial Day,

the flag--and the neighborhood are

quiet.

No scent

of charcoal, steak;

no raucous swim parties

on this Memorial Day. Still.

Somber.

Yarrow,

gardenias

and Easter lilies, all

white, two with strong aromas, all

blooming.

I love

to see a small

bird chasing a larger

one away from its habitat.

Go, bird!

Night bugs

beginning their

'time'. Wind chimes interfere

as does the roar of a bike. Still,

bugs rule!

c 2018, PL, d/b/a lovepat press, Benton AR USA