Limp Historians

 

 

 

Rhododendron blooms
Shower the front of my house
With rays of violet.

 

Birds have forgotten
That feeder is there for them.
(They must look elsewhere).

 

Shadows on the tree trunk
More mottle the mottled wood.
The sun is playful.

Dandelion puff
Comes racing past my face--
Its mission: to land.

On this hot May day
Woods near the stream are verdant
(But the streams are low).

 

 

 On my walk I sneezed.
Nobody said "God bless you."
(Price of solitude).

 

 

 Slack balloons hanging
Tell of a finished party--
Limp historians.

 

Roadside orchids bloom
Far from any greenhouses.
Feisty and yellow.