Cardinals, cicadas and crickets: poems

Disregard the snow--or if you're really hot, imagine...

 

a break in the heat

windows open to cicadas

and birdsong

~~

 

hidden

in the Virginia Creeper

a singing wren

~~

 

seeing red:

apple feeder, salvia

and cardinals

~~

 

drone of the traffic

close, but unseen

a cardinal's 'chit-chit-chit'

~~

 

crickets still singing

a yellow leaf falls

on my yellow shirt

~~

 

trip to the feeder

hummingbird stops on in-line

wire: cat, child close by

~~

 

 

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 c 2016 PL dba lovepatpress

 

 







August poems - cinquain sequences

Thank goodness for air conditioners

 

 

 

 

Grass needs water, too

 

I pull

grass by handfuls

from the newly-planted

holly and azaleas, grass that

grew like

 

ivy,

thieving water

meant only for the shrubs.

At least, in this arid summer,

grass lives

 

and thrives.

On my knees, my

fingers, like lips of cows

cropping pasture hay, tear at its

trespass.

~~~~
 

The Contest

 

Hearing

cicada's call

nearby, I look to see

the cat, which has batted it to

the grass,

 

and now

sits guard, teasing,

ignoring eerie screams.

Flyswatter in hand, I rescue

the beast,

 

flicking

it. Flying low,

the insect leaves, but cat

gives chase, bats it down again. It

escapes.

~~~

~~~

c PL 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

More September shorties

the McCourt brothers
leaving Angela's ashes
in the pub
~~~

flashing my lights
at the hungry crow
its early breakfast
~~~

lazy Saturday
during an all-day soaker
the boys building dams
~~~

leaving plenty
of the windfall pears
to gleaner bees
~~~

at the last second
working cop with a solo
throws on his choir robe
~~~

the day-long rain
highway's new surface overlaid
with pine needles
~~~

butterfly
over the bed
of petunias
~~~

footprints
in the dewy grass
child's Sunday shoes
~~~

first cool snap~
the owl calling
just before dawn
~~~

cicada at noon
on the mountain trail
the end of summer
~~~

newly mown grass
a branch of the spirea
moving
~~~

entering
the Race For The Cure
because of the cause
~~~

c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press