Tagged: backyard

one spoiled, one ripe, one

one spoiled, one ripe, one
not quite – mom and i weighed the
first three figs of the

season, after circling
the tree for a juicy poem
.
20210628:1853
y

after all these years,

after all these years,
new shoots sprouting, leaves coming
and going, the shape

of our fig tree remains the
same – present and providing
.
20210626:0946
y

having finally

having finally
reached an agreement, the brown
thrasher takes turns with

the lone robin to hold our
overlapping territories
.
20210625:1203
y

the robin in our

the robin in our
yard is anti-social – having
marked our home as his

home, he defends our land all
day, atop his dogwood perch
.
20210623:0500
y

when we said goodbye

when we said goodbye
to the Toona sinensis
and the Hibiscus

syriacus this afternoon,
no one came to pay their respects
.
20210622:1921
y

the frog hiding in

the frog hiding in
our backyard knows a little
something about the

great blue heron at the lake –
it petitions for solitude
.
20210621:1908
y

to the bunny in

to the bunny in
the backyard, our grass is your
grass, so stop eyeing

the veggies and fruits of our
labor, grown from twice stolen land
.
20210617:2027
y

between the flower

between the flower
beds and the hummingbird feeders
is a battlefield

of drunken, dead, and dying
bumblebees, we wash our hands
.
20210616:1908
y

half-an-hour to

half-an-hour to
sunrise, one hour before
the guests arrive in

our backyard, staying alert to
guard mama’s sweet potato leaves
.
20210613:1050
y

the robin who made

the robin who made
her nest in dad’s hibiscus
syriacus caught

a whiff of clean laundry airing
on mama’s clothesline, moved north
.
20210511:2113
y