Tagged: backyard
some days, the cat gets
some days, the cat gets
lucky, then unlucky – cat:
one, tree squirrel: one
.
20210913:1724
y
every september, our
every september, our
backyard becomes
an olympic
gymnasium, with dad
as the umpire, overseeing
guest and resident
hummingbirds
as they whip the air
to compete for the last
of the nectar, filling
up for the long
migration south
.
20210912:1930
y
september arrives
september arrives
with the monarch butterflies,
five generations
all at once waving hello
and goodbye in our backyard
.
20210905:2245
y
even the birds in
even the birds in
the backyard subscribe to some
sort of chaos – to
migrate or not to migrate,
when the feeder is so full
.
20210828:1658
y
in the backyard at
in the backyard at
dawn, a herd of gossiping does,
late to the party
.
20210824:1440
y
perhaps after one
perhaps after one
too many seasons of sweeping
away the fallen
hibiscus syriacus
blossoms, we got tired of death
.
20210816:1144
y
for a number of
for a number of
days, weeks, months, or even years,
there will be humming-
birds in the backyard searching
for the lost rose of sharon
.
20210815:1736
y
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
