Nothing Moves Fast Now

Warm smell of the sun
As it falls upon the grass
Chickens keep clucking.


In my own front yard
There are many mysteries.
The drift wood owl stands.












Air is thick and hot;
Birds sit motionless on wire.
Unseen insects buzz.

Van spins through shadows
Hurtling towards me, then is past,
Leaving one bird chirp.

Everything has grown.
Even dandelion puffs
Look new in in the sun.











Silently ahead
Fawn saunters across the road.
Nothing moves fast now.


Sudden gentle breeze
Lifts leaves and cools my forehead
Just for an instant.

Gilda's at the stream.
Nothing beats the cool water
When you've a fur coat.