Morning Dove's Soft Coo

One second there's sun;
The next second there's just gloom.
Hurricane coming?

Dark slats of sunlight
Wedged between the light shadows--
Morning on my porch.


Small, dark shadowed cove
Nestled mysteriously
Hides in my front yard.


Alfred and chickens
Graze across the well kept lawn.
Who needs the gardener?

Clusters of white balls
Burst brilliantly on the bush;
Now it's their season.


Shining orange tongue--
Mushroom glistens in dark woods.
Where are the fairies?

Morning dove's soft coo
Seems to float from the mountain,
To join the cool breeze.


Sumac has returned
After missing a whole year;
Violet cones stand up.