Monkey in Middle

Daylight is different--

Now, sun is shouting "awake"!

And flowers answer.

Lilac buds are green;

Evergreens wave in the breeze;

I am home again.

Wind chimes on my porch

Sing softly as I walk out;

They murmur again.

Dandelion blooms

At the entrance to my path;

(Unasked for herald).

Pungent smell of tar;

Thick black line runs down the road;

Road crew is at work.

Hands clutching a doll,

She's on a table reading;

It's school time again!

It's still holding on--

This dead leaf from two seasons.

Why won't it let go?

Between tree shadows

Small purple flowers spring up--

Fairy flower bed.

Monkey in middle:

Isaac's shoe is still aloft;

(While he's on the ground).

Again and Again

Fat robin red breast

Tries to break into my house

Again and again.

 

What's he waiting for,

This crazy fucked up robin

Wanting to enter?

 

Hawk is Hunting

A blanket of snow--

Winter wonderland is here;

Wait! It's April Fourth.

"Those April showers"

Appear in the form of snow,

Are coming my way.

Bird pecks on railing

Before he pecks in the feeder.

Must be a habit.

Shadows on the snow;

Cows choose not to leave the barn.

(They're watching inside.)

Action in the snow;

Girls create their own games.

(School is always on.)

Hung above the stream

Small crystalline piece of ice

Suspended in time.

Sensuous snow mounds 

Roll softly in the white woods

Playing with shadows.

Today the woods sing

A subdued high pitched singing

For April winters.

Bird in the bushes

Warbles a cheerful message

To all and sundry.

It's a slow Springing;

Sun still hides behind the clouds,

Leaves blue gray pallor.

Fat bird on feeder

Turns around to check the scene;

Then keeps on eating.

Forsythia blooms

Turn brown in the chill April.

(Is this their new time?)

Yesterday's rain fall

Today's rushing stream, new lake;

Water rules the sky.

Dirty pile of snow

Not ready to disappear

Lie near stump and bark.

It's moving again:

Stream bed, dry for many months,

Moving into Spring.

Wind shakes the dead leaves

Still clinging to the thin branch.

Wind stops--leaves remain.

At edge of the sky

Dark form glides beyond the trees--

Hawk is hunting.

From walks of April 6 and 8, 2016