Viewed by a Shadow

Rhododendron peeks

From under the porch railing 

Viewed by a shadow.

 A lone tiny bug

Rises gently in the air

Brightened by the sun.

The hardworking cows

Prepare for the next party

By mowing the lawn.

Dandelion puff

Stands next to blooming blue blooms:

The old and the new.

The first buttercup;

Beacon by the the roadside:

Am I loveable?

Bouquet of flowers

Grows wild by the roadside,

Free, unattended.

Through the warm morning

Joggers pound the road with speed;

(But they don't seem tired.)

Within its body

Dead rabbit hosts the maggots:

Death feeding new life.

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Dapple My Lawn and My Feelings

Shadows on the ground

Dapple my lawn and feelings:

Light and dark combine. 

Leaves shake so gently

That light tumbles out of them

In soft gentle flakes.

My stream flows swiftly

Past the standing tree trunk

Talking to itself.

Mowing the front lawn--

Olivia and Collette

Doing their duty.

Forsythia blooms

Have become a memory

In translucent leaves.

At base of the tree

Circle of small blue flowers

Light up the tree trunk.

On this balmy road

Two animals have met their fate:

One known; one unknown.

Spilling to shadows

Garbage seems to sculpt the ground:

Bear's performance art.

Dancer spins on point,

Arms stretched, perfectly balanced;

(Where is the music?)

What More Could It Want?

Wind chime rings faintly

In front of blooming lilacs;

Their smell still to come.

Through translucent leaves

The morning sun shines and glows:

Illumination.

My wild garden

Grows in front of my porch steps:

Full, unattended.

Dandelion puffs

Stand next to their yellow kin:

Past, present, future.

A lone lilac bloom

Grows in front of the farm muck

Just before the fence.

The stream bed is filled

With water, light and shadows;

What more could it want?

Lying on the road,

Leaf has water drops on it:

Liquid, transparent.

Buried in a bloom,

Bumble bee embraces it

Vibrating color.

(Who is Watching Whom?)

From walk of Thursday, May 17, 2018

Gray skies, achy bones;

New sandals provoke courage--

I am out the door.

Yesterday's rainfall

Still hangs misty in the air;

Breeze shakes the feeder.

The highest lilacs

Are the ones that bloom the first:

Closer to the sun.

With her head shaking

Collette tries to rid the flies.

(I know how she feels.)

Framed by the swing set

Chickens peck in the front lawn.

Food is everywhere.

Up through the pavement

Tiny new green leaves emerge:

Victory of life!

Seems like he's sleeping:

Chipmunk lies at the roadside:

Death's relaxation.

As I look at her

She carefully studies me.

(Who is watching whom?)

(Too Many Questions)

Purple guests have come,

On my lawn and lilac bush--

Royal color rules.

 Shifting light of May--

Sunshine followed by gray mist,

Then sunshine again.

Next to the pine cones

Dandelions are Springing--

Seasons side by side.

Forsythia blooms

Fall gently to the ground.

Their season's over.

White and purple blooms

Both flower together--

A new Spring bouquet.

Bending to the ground

Three trees continue to thrive:

Tree survival skills!

When did it fall down

Ancient upended boulder?

Million? Thousand years?

Used dental floss stick

Lies by the side of the road.

(Too many questions.)