The busy young fox
Barely stops when we call him
From the patio
Our young gum tree serves
As perfect perch for the jay
To survey his yard.
With each breath, the wind
Blows more petals to the ground -
It’s snowing in June.
The summer arrives
And garden work turns sweaty
Even in the shade
Quiet fog descends,
Precursor to summer rain.
The garden just waits.
Today Linna came
In the form of a poppy
Whose seed she once sowed.
The catbird out-sings
All other warbling beauties
That dare to compete
In this sweet Eden
It’s too easy to forget
A bully’s power