Monday, June 08, 2009
Like a Falling Leaf
Near my porch lattice
Bright buttercups have sprung up.
Who invited them?
Mabel sleeps in the sun
Kids hunting wild strawberries;
Daisies raise their heads.
Small kids chattering;
Excitement is contagious;
Cause doesn't matter.
Like a falling leaf
Brown butterfly lights on grass
And melts into it.
Bulky, gray and old
Mailbox sits propped on a pole;
(It cannot stay there).
Wherever you look
There are stands of purple phlox;
Nobody planted them.
Peeking from the tree
White blooms wrap around branches--
Mutual support.
Coming from the woods
A soft hollow echoing--
A breeze or a stream.
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