SUMMER POEMS

LATE

While I

transcribe poems,

darkness falls. Only spots

of sky visible through maple,

oak leaves.

~ ~ ~ ~

EACH YEAR

Friday

before Sunday's

birthday, Florida son

sends a local florist over with a

bouquet.

~ ~ ~ ~

WHAT A VIEW

Summer

sight: low--cannas;

medium--goldenrod;

taller than shed roof, the Rose-of-

Sharon.

~ ~ ~ ~

YARD WORK

Eric

weed-eated, mowed.

I also weed-eated,

cleaned leaves and Bermuda from east-

most beds. 

~ ~ ~ ~

BIG TASK

Must go

inside and work

more on the memoir, lest

editor calls asking "where's the

next batch?"

~ ~ ~ ~

c 2023 PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA