Two-year-
old daffodils--
the blooms of four face me,
the others turn streetside, greeting
traffic.
A flat
of dianthus
on the porch in the rain
will end up in the ground as soon . . .
as soon . . .
Even
in DST,
with wind's ferocity,
and the windchimes' warning, I stay
inside.
Small finch
waits for the large
thrasher to leave before
flying up for a drink, perhaps
a bath.
AND A RED WASP
Lizard
and bumblebee
each looking for something?
Or just relishing the warmer
weather?
March winds,
warm temp good for
all outside gardening
chores except raking the banked-up
oak leaves.
Where did
that dark cloud go?
I do a 360--
nothing! Could it have been only
the sky?
c 2018, PL, dba lovepat press, Benton AR US
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