to work . . . on the front porch
of the Writer's Room
birds, squirrels and walkers
[Writer's Colony at Dairy Hollow,
Eureka Springs AR, 2009]
~~~
addressing
three birthday cards
all three names contain
the middle initial
J
[Fran, Billy & Barb, 2015]
~~~
outside
of the cup
hotter
than the coffee
inside
[Dot's pink "Friends" mug, 2015]
~~~~
lone blackbird drinking
looks around as if to say
"Where are the others?"
now, a bluejay squawks and drinks
but still, no doves or thrashers
[2016, Couchwood]
~~~
doesn't the wind know
it's against the law to blow
leaves into the street?
Aha! Nature trumps
mere local, human law
[2016, Couchwood]
~~~
near the bird feeder
a crow in the redbud
calling . . . calling
still agitated
it flies to the maple
[2016, Couchwood]
~~~
yellow and black
butterfly
stops by
a purple iris
around the oak stump
[2016, Couchwood]
~~~~~~
Nice poems, Pat.
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