Between
morning bird calls
the sound of sirens as
they approach: a sheriff's speeding
cruiser.
RETIRED - YAY!
Walking
to mail birthday
cards, I watch two yellow
buses pass on this last Monday.
I wave.
~ ~ ~
May 14 2017
Neighbor's
mailbox askew
again, even after
I stripped the vine, and he attached
plywood.
~ ~ ~
May 13 2017
Cool breeze
at my back, an
opus of birdsongs, bright
sunshine's shadows on the wet grass.
Praise be!
~ ~ ~
May 12 2017
THE RETURN
A dove
under the seed
feeder--the first one I've
seen on this acre in two, three,
four years.
~ ~ ~
May 11 2017
Storming.
The cat is scared.
I try comforting him,
but he doesn't trust me, hides in
stairwell.
PL-- dba lovepat press
View from back deck of 505, WCDH
birdsong everywhere
Inspiring. I need to write a daily blog poem too. (Starting next week)
ReplyDeleteGood modeling for me. Thank you. I like how you peak my interest but don't tell the whole story.
ReplyDeleteMore good poems. Max is terrified of storms. Now he comes where I am and looks so pitiful.
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