Tagged: yard

the first watch – when a

we take turns playing

we take turns playing
the piano for the deer
napping in the yard,

the hummingbirds sword dance out
of rhythm, flashing their wings
.
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summer friday rain –

mama conjured a

this must be the place,

this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of

apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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every other week,

every other week,
wandering petunias show
up in our lawn, try

to blend in before dad arrives
with his spade, escorts them out
.
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there is a semi-

there is a semi-
natural pecking order in
the backyard – as soon

as you think you’ve got it down,
you have another think coming
.
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the cat makes its round

the cat makes its round
every morning, under the
watchful eye of half

a dozen squirrels, two local
chipmunks, and this spring’s wren brood
.
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yes, as long as the

yes, as long as the
camellia bush promises
to bloom, we can still

find joy in inviting the
heavier ones in for tea
.
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in mama’s garden,

in mama’s garden,
the camellias wake up before
anyone else, stretch

towards the sun in their winter
layers, waiting to go out
.
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