Have They Lost Their Place?

Patches of sunshine

Always occupy my lawn

These early June days.

Outside my window

Loud sounds of a bird chirping

Larger than the bird.

New dandelions

Bloom near downed lilac petals--

Comings and goings.

Each in their own door

Collette and Olivia

Stare nonchalantly.

It's almost gone now--

Green petals take over the stream.

But its sound remains.

Buttercups/asters

Congregate by the steel fence--

Yellow, white and gray.

These dead brown leaves lie

Mid the roadside greenery.

Have they lost their place?

Stepping into shade

The roadside heat disappears

(Just for a few steps.)