Tagged: home
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
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morning wren cycles
morning wren cycles
through his exuberant songs,
perched where we call home
.
20210829:2044
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in the backyard at
in the backyard at
dawn, a herd of gossiping does,
late to the party
.
20210824:1440
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apologies to
apologies to
the silent snail living in
our perilla plant
stamped to death by a white-tailed buck,
startled by a light in the house
.
20210822:1926
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t-minus one month
t-minus one month
before homecoming – suitcases
out and ready, chores
crossed off, two by two, days become
longer, stretched across memories
.
20210718:1712
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departures are much
departures are much
sweeter with a return ticket
tucked in your pocket
.
20210629:1237
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
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having finally
having finally
reached an agreement, the brown
thrasher takes turns with
the lone robin to hold our
overlapping territories
.
20210625:1203
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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
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