Proud Prince of Pecking

 

 

 

 

 

Cloudy in late May;

Seventy-four birthdays gone--

Memorial Day. 

 

Green leaves on tree tops,
Drinking in the light of the sun
Hold it a moment.

Perfume crossed my nose;

Which flowers are the culprits?

So many choices

 

 

With cries of triumph
Two geese slide to a landing
On the placid pond.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goats and hens are gone;
Field is left to the robin--
Proud Prince of Pecking!

A single violet

Amidst the green ground cover

Chose its place wisely.

Testing my resolve
Billion bugs buzz at my eyes--
True meditation.

Quietly jogging

She vanishes around bend--

Poof! And then she's gone!