("How Do I Get Out?")

In the bird feeder:

"How did I get into this?"

("How do I get out?")

Daisies on my lawn

Together with the rabbit.

What will be there next?

Dandelions grow

Now! In the middle of June;

Seasonal upset.

Buttercups, clover

Mysterious Iris--

A late spring palette.

Welcoming balloons

Sway in the late morning breeze--

A party somewhere.

Couple of spiked plants

Grow pleasantly side by side. 

I go to touch. Ow!

They will not drop off--

Brown leaves hanging from the limps

Next to the green ones.

Near abandoned shack

Plants grow diligently up;

Will they reach the roof?

After the Deluge

Sprinkle of sunshine

On the glistening green grass--

After the deluge.

Translucent colors

Shine through the leaves this morning--

Varied shades of green.

Right next to my house

Forest looks so deep and dark;

Right next to my house.

Against green tumble

Four  white daisies poke their heads;

Civilizing wild.

Hopping on the road

Bird melts into the shadows

And then disappears.

A buzzing deer fly;

One pebble in my sandals;

Disrupt paradise.

Meeting on the road

We're two fellow voyagers--

Box turtle and I.

Stream bed is shining;

Long thirst has been satisfied

With buckets of rain.

"It Is Spider Spit!"

 Rhododendrons still

Bloom as if there is no end.

Will they ever stop?

Soft green light flowing

From the trees outside my house

And into my heart.

New, dark and violet

Irises spring up by the road--

Mystery blooms.

Yellow, black and pink,

Bee buzzes in the clover

Sucking one by one.

Stream is whispering;

Almost concealed by the plants

That envelope it.

"It is spider spit!"

As kids, we all called it that.

(Still a mystery).

Tree above mailbox

Will cover it completely--

Green triumphs metal.

It scurried forward,

Then back to where it came from.

Mouse, chipmunk or ghost?

What Secrets They Hold!

May 31, 2016

My birthday today;

The years keep rolling along--

And I am the same. 

Lovely end of May;

The weather is temperate,

And I am as well.

Swings in the shadows

Hang still without a soul;

Peaceful in repose.

Swaying in the wind

Timothy grass gets ready

For Fall allergies.

Dented steel mailbox

Now has its own character:

A punch in the side.

The fence will disappear;

Thick leaves will grow over it--

Springtime victory!

Sunny grove of ferns

Growing as they always have

For a million years.

Leaning on a tree

Abandoned mower becomes

A piece of found art.

June 1, 2016

Can they get bigger:

Bursting globes of bright violet?

My rhododendrons.

All is quiet now,

Even the leaves are silent,

This first day of June.

A shadow couple

Embrace on the tree trunk;

What secrets they hold!

Chickens are hidden

By a jungle of thick leaves;

Just crowing remains.

Dandelion seeds

Float gently on a breeze puff--

Lazy June morning.

A creature scurries

Out of sight to out of sight,

Leaving just its sound.

Sailing through the blue

Hawk is a silent frigate.

(Creatures! Don't look up!)

Absorbing the sun

Green leaves become luminescent

And shed their own light.