Post-Easter poems--old and new

from the back yard: what I call Yellow Rose of Texas

 

Porch swing

after swinging

around the yard taking

pictures of violets, iris,

and Greye.

3.30.'16

~~

 

Stump-bed

iris: slender
purple girls too late for

this year's Easter parade. Still, they

showed up.

3.30.'16
~~

 

Sideways

in the porch swing

in shorts & flipflops, I

luxuriate in the thunder

and rain.

 

But when

lightning flashes

close, I hightail it in

to the safety of four walls and

a roof.

[2015]

~~

 

last day of March--

the wintered-over houseplants

blowing in the wind

[2002]

from along the pasture fence, 2005

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