Showing posts with label spirea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirea. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2018

WORKING IN THE YARD IN EARLY SPRING




Trusty tools








no wind
yet the yard swing’s moving
with two cats on it
~ ~ ~ ~

The old
spirea blooms
only on the branch ends.
I cut away much undergrowth.
Perhaps

next year,
blooms will suffuse
the end of the hedge row.
Now to set the clippers to new
privet.

~ ~ ~
Meanwhile,
the burn pile grows
higher and higher. When
will someone come to help me burn
safely?

(Rhetorical question: my sons will burn it this summer.)

c  2018, PL, dba as lovepat press, Benton AR

Thursday, September 15, 2011

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