Birds singing in a far tree
Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering
Bee doesn’t know you or me.
Tree leans to the sun as squirrels
Scurry, gathering keys
Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold
Cussing unknown foe hiding
Waiting for them to go.
Spring day starts lasting
Into summer sun
Join the crowd travel
With them til evening comes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The drinks go down
In the hummingbird feeder
As the sun warms the sky
Grass blows on a breeze
Destined to bring rain
To the evening’s brilliant blue sky.
All seems right
All seems as it should be
No sight of anger
Or struggle to combat.
Just a spring day
Over coming all that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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