Month: July 2021

To the orange bird:
Please stop your flapping, sit down
And state your name

Dirt tracks through the field
Foxtails soaked in morning dew
Flowing freely

First ray of sunlight
Red spark through the dark green leaves
Matching last night’s end

The stream flowing
Into the pond, reduced
To a trickle

Gulping precious drops
From the rusty garden hose
In the sun-scorched heat

Blue berries and bells
Golden, rung by the picker
Wary of black bears

In just two hops, ears
Feet, and a fuzzy tail, gone
Vanishing act

Poplar leaves flutter
Little bunnies disappear
‘Neath the green curtain

Sun a shade of pink
In the early morning haze
Bleeding through the seams

Smell of distant smoke
In the cool of summer’s morn
Quiet start of day