Awww, the birds refuse
To believe we haven’t filled
their feeder yet
Jersey smoke hangs in
The yard - a dark metaphor:
Our country’s on fire
Reeling from a day
of highs and lows, I’m sending
hugs to everyone.
Bees and hummingbirds
have yet to find the bee balm
Blooming in the rain.
Birds, bees, butterflies…
All dancing in the clover,
As the grass grows long.
I hurt all over
After weeding a few hours.
Dang it, old age sucks!
My first swim this year,
Thinking of my grandfather
Who once swam here too.
