Who was more surprised,
Me or the fox when she pranced
Around the corner?
The dog is patient
As she waits for us to do
something… anything!
Life seems much brighter
When your son flies in to say
‘Happy Mother's Day!’
This is the first day
A rose pops out. Tomorrow
There will be lots more.
The drip, drip, drip of
raindrops off the roof makes me
Feel lucky. And safe.
Two young foxes groom
Each other before they go
to check my compost.
Anticipation
Is half the pleasure in the
Case of peonies.
How lovely it is
That the first iris opens
On the first of May.
The black cherry tree
Seems to vibrate with the bees
That have come to feed.
Each day something new
Has opened, adding brilliant
Color to my life.
A pink azalea
waterfall flows down the fence -
Such fleeting beauty.
Tiny robins eggs -
Victims of their rosebush home
Buckling in the wind and rain.
Bird songs are the sound
of easy grace and beauty,
All made manifest.
Planting a small tree
Is a nod to the future
And an act of hope
That lugubrious
Groundhog can run like the wind
When a fox comes near
Birds sing up a storm,
As they wait for the feeder
To be replenished.
Old, white azalea,
How long have you been living
Hidden by the trees?
Crazy-ass robin‘s
Built a nest in the rose bush
right next to my chair!
No fox babies yet.
I wonder if momma’s found
A more private den.
Yay! Golden ragwort
Is beating back the ivy
And feeding the bees!
Cats watch from the door
As birds do mating dances
In the evening light