Do They See The Trees?

Today's my birthday

And Monday is my cysto.

Mortality calls.

Buried in a bloom

Honeybee gathers himself--

Rhododendron home.

With mouths wide open

They can do nothing but wait

(And grow and fly off)

Log is mottled green;

Lichen has found a new home

On the cut down tree.

Growing wild and new

A carpet growing and blue

Just outside the fence.

Ivy doesn't know

As it climbs over the fence

What its limits are.

Constantly chatting

The two friends pass me by twice.

(Do they see the trees?)

Delicately borne

A new fern is arising,

A thousand years old

Armed guards stand

Their fierce swords pointed all ways.

Beware! Do not touch!

Thunder and lightning fall--

Ice descending with water--

A late Spring abyss.

Was it Yesterday?

Was it yesterday

That the grass was guillotined?

Today--renaissance!

Green light flows freely

And then it shifts to dimness

In flash of a thought.

Robin's back again

Answered by a fainter peep.

Protecting his young.

Field of buttercups

Each one shedding its own light

In the morning sun.

Beyond the swift stream

A jungle of greenery

Hidden in plain sight.

At top of the tree

Yellow oriole is perched--

Its own pedestal.

A furry statue

Stands by the side of the road.

Poof! And then it's gone.

Beginning or end?

These flowers don't five a clue.

(They do not need to.)

(Might Just Float Away)

The last lilac blooms;

Rhododendron takes over;

Robin screeches at me.

Forsythia bush

Has become nothing but green.

White blooms are long gone.

Where is the birds nest?

Robin tries to attack me

With his flights and cries.

Sun and clouds dancing

Moving slowly in and out

Shed shadows and dim.

Birds are all around

Chirping from trees and bushes.

Bugs fly in my mouth.

Bouquet of light blue

Grows ethereal off road.

(Might just float away).

Rotting mother logs

Burst alive in the late Spring

With fungus and moss

Bright yellow beacons--

These flowers illuminated

The gray dim morning.

A Bovine Tableau

Rhododendron bulbs

Burst to tiny penises

From winter's covering.

Bunny on the lawn

Hops, freezes, then hops again; 

Study in motion.

Collette reaches high

While Olivia ponders; 

A bovine tableau.

Air is full of sounds--

Birds chirp from all directions.

(What are they saying?)

Early timothy

Starts its long blooming season.

(Nothing to sneeze at?)

Sucking sweet juices

He hums among the flowers

Busy as a bee.

The guests were quite rude,

They threw their food all about;

Left without goodbye.

Lavender Wonder 05192017 and 05201017

May 19, 2017

Lavender wonder!

The sweet lilacs are blooming

At the edge of the porch.

A swift summer's breeze

Swings the bright light and green leaves

Then recedes to ripples.

Up through the porch planks,

Moving swiftly towards the sky--

Fearless blue flowers.

Dandelion puffs

Sway slightly in the breeze,

Waiting to depart.

Stream water shimmers

Under canopy of leaves

Murmuring softly.

Extends forever--

Dappled woods and its sunshine,

Always beckoning.

Lying in shadows

Discarded piece of seat belt,

Holding no one in.

Bridge with no water

Spans across its own shadow

On this hot May day.

Walk of May 20, 2017

Lilacs on the side;

Lavender scent fills the air--

A burst of sunlight.

Color surrounded--

Purple, violet, blue (on lawn)--

Free gifts from nature.

Sun in its third eye,

Owl totem leans on the tree--

It's watchful waiting.

Enveloped by blooms

The two cows mow the front lawn.

(It's bovine duty.)

Shadow sculptured hill

Carefully guards its contents:

Collected sewage.

Lonesome mourning dove

Hoots from the forest distance

Soft unspoken tears.

Sun slips through the clouds

Painting shadows round the bend;

Then the shadows go.

A splash of white paint?

Or a dollop of bird shit? 

Art on the pavement.

Pale mailbox puppy

Watches blankly from his perch--

Sees and says nothing.