Sunday morning

Sunday paper - where?
Tea jars shining in the sun.
Savoring waffles.

Surprise

First thing this morning
honeysuckle's deep sweetness
rushed thru the back door.

Summer nearing

Opening windows
at 4 am - releasing
yesterday's trapped heat.

End of May

A chattering of
blackbirds in the mulberry -
my meditation.

Good-byes

On the weathered bench
a fallen leaf and flower -
chickadee calling.

Before the heat of the day

Windows opened up
cool morning air curling in
along with bird song.

Early morning

Sunlight carresses
softly but sharply flowing
curving maple trunks.

Sunday dinner

Fresh blueberry pie
better than any store bought
perfect end of meal.

End of May

Odd chilly morning-
Silly to turn up the heat
knowing 90's soon.

An apple a day

Morning song

Mourning dove's soft call,
who, oh who, who, who, who - will
someone answer her?

Homage to Issa's cuckoo

Cardinal's sharp call,
Repeats, repeats, repeats, - then
comes a great, long, pause.

Open house

Ladybug dots the wall
stink bug buzzing the bedroom
outdoors has come in.

Aujourd'hui

Muffins are cooling,
laundry ready for dryer -
Monday morning song.

Gray Sunday

Late to arise on
murky, muggy, slow morning -
too tired to drink tea.

Saturday baking

Ruby red rhubarb
mixed together in a pie
with sweet ripe berries.

Prayer for Denise

Wow

Zippy stripe of light
racing over the yew bush
feathery chartreuse.

Fecundity

Filling the downspouts
thousands of maple seeds - flung
clacking on the house.

Music

Grace of a faint smile
deep into the mystery,
not knowing - finding.

Past few mornings

Sweet, cool, green dampness-
hot afternoons bring morning's
faraway sea's fog.

Pie baking

Back from the market,
strawberries and rhubarb wait,
cat sleeps in my lap.

Mid-spring

Sunlight slowly pours
down the backs of the yew bushes
onto the porch floor.

Ahhhh

Glowing purple blooms
festooning lilac bushes
perfuming dawn's clouds.

Work morning

Coffee's made, cat's fed,
lunch is packed by the back door.
House is opened up.

Cinqo de Mayo

Greens and bronzy grays
lie lush, damp, and still, on a
cloudy, spring morning.

May morning

Sunlight carresses
the curvaceous maple trunk
modestly leafed out.

Beltane

Awake before dawn
full moon setting through misty
clouds, robins trilling.

Saturday morning

Thin stripes of brightness
ripple over the yews
jaunty yellow green.

First of May

Yesterday's downpours
swirling snowy pear petals -
today's pulsing greens.