First warm day.
I sit in the shade closing one eye
then the other.
*
This phoebeing—
even the pants on the line
seem to get the rhythm.
*
Vicious groundhog fight.
The victor stands still & lets the flies
land on his face.
*
Fur in the air—
the cattails
are shedding.
*
As slow as spring
on the half-naked dead elm,
a fox squirrel’s tail.
*
The vulture’s shadow
travels four times farther—
up & down each tree.
*
This morning
in its vase on the table,
the forsythia bloomed.
Hooray forsythia. Down here it was like Tuesday was all bare and dull and Wednesday was all green and yellow, like somebody remembered and hit the spring button.
Yes, it was like that here, too – and there were even a few dots of yellow outside with the first coltsfoot blooming. The first snakes were out, and the first woodfrogs at their courting puddle.
Loved the vulture’s shadow! There are times when I was on a flight that I could glimpse the shadow of the plane on the landscape below for stretches of time. It is entrancing!
That does sound entrancing. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that, but it’s been years since I’ve flown.
By the way, congratulations on leaving the 10,000th comment at Via Negativa! (Or at least the 10,000th since April 1, 2006, when I moved from Blogger.)
Wonderfully vivid snapshots, each one.
Thanks, Dick. I’ve been taking fewer actual snapshots lately, wanting to get back to poetry a bit. I’m glad you think these are successful.
I enjoyed these, too. What Dick said.
Thanks. And thanks for stopping by. I think I will keep the avatars — they make it seem more homey here, don’t you think?