March Musings - poems

Late winter - 2018

I sit

outside, waiting

for the t-storm forecast

on Code Red. Rumbles & raindrops

were all. . .

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I WANT TO ROOT THEM!

Pruning

Knockout roses--

as my bother insists--

breaks my heart to see all the limbs

destroyed.

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HOW CAN THAT BE?

One more

day gone without

pruning the roses "for

many more summer blooms." How can

that be?

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BATHING

First day

of spring. My first

look outside (from inside)

offers the sight of a thrasher

and finch.

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Before

the second storm,

Sir Robin takes a bath

in the chock-full-from-the-first-storm

basin.

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c 2018, PL