Bright beckoning light
Fills the bushes and the lawn;
Flurry of birds feed.
Two eating, two waiting:
Birds wait their turns at feeder;
All's well with the world!
Shadows on my walk--
Mixture of air and earth,
Meeting on the slate.
Hoarse rooster crowing
Cuts through the morning silence;
Lone bird chirps softly.
Sky is crystal blue;
Neither cloud nor bird is seen.
Distant plane rumbles.
Three balls on the lawn--
Look! Nobody is playing;
(Juvenile flotsam).
Cluster of mullein
Growing wild in the field--
Healers! Free of charge!
Bird chirps distantly,
Mixing with the sun drenched leaves
And the singing woods.
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