the tiny spiders have decided:
it's time
time to break into the slumbering land
of sleepers everywhere
to cast their skeins
and weave their webs
of hope and kindness
they promise better
brighter dreams and waking days
for everyone
the tiny spiders have decided:
it's time
time to break into the slumbering land
of sleepers everywhere
to cast their skeins
and weave their webs
of hope and kindness
they promise better
brighter dreams and waking days
for everyone
a sad day for the robin count
while out on a walk
an encounter with a struggling
redbreast
sending out healing
wishes for all
the winged ones
there is a single
skein
lit by the bright
late afternoon sun
caught in shimmering
glimpses
a shining line
been drawn up
and out
into
the ether
the 26th robin
has a lot to say
and so do
the chickadees
blue jays
and magpies
so listen up
bipedals
the winged ones have
messages
for you
this afternoon's visitor
on the fence
a blue jay
here and then
gone
stay safe
little jay
and come again
soon
geraniums
marigolds
poppies
coleus
pansies
sedum
some dr. seuss like plants that i forget the names of
begonias
begonias
begonias
giving thanks for
turtles
porpoises
manatees
octopi
vaquitas
dolphins
whales
sharks
clams
mussels
fish
fish
fish
and all creatures
of the sea
water droplets hanging
from a string on the neighbours'
patio lights
a line of yellow pollen
drawn on the wet pavement
at the end of the driveway
leaves gently rustling in the wind
everything seems somehow
slower
softer
quieter
on a cloudy
drizzly
day
lilacs
poppies
hostas
caragana
rhubarb
irises
tulips
the 10th robin
all out on
the 2nd of the 6th