Behold his handiwork
dastard chipmunk ruins;
the blasted things are cute
only in cartooins.
Category Archives: Animals
Connections: June 3.17
This wee shiny thing
as bold as you please
is turning my basil
into leafy Swiss cheese.
So much for the pesto
I sigh with a shrug
but perhaps amuse-bouche
made out of bug.
Connections: May 25.17
It’s a two-rabbit morning
the clover fresh and sweet
crisped by morning rain
the neighbors can’t compete.
My back yard’s never treated
as lawn, it’s a disgrace
but as alfresco salad
it’s a four-star eating place.
So I allow them peaceful dining
so grossly appetited
until they eye my garden
when they are promptly disinvited.
Connections: April 22.17
One summer day
when the air was rich
and the garden a festival
of stained glass
something weightless
tentative
touched a zinnia
then on parchment wings
lifted away
and
mid-air
bowed its thanks
beholden
like me
to the earth.
I wish you, dear reader, a hopeful Earth Day.
Connections: April 9.17
Finally it came
the year’s first gardening day
I could barely stand the joy
and rushed right out to play.
Dirt and weeds and grass stain
fingernails all grody
I troweled a happy beat
to chorus nematody.
Connections: March 31.17
If my camera could
I would
make a picture of the sound
this yawning day —
busy pattering soft
rain
mud-muffled,
tire splash
as people trespass
into worms’ world,
robin flutes
through the dripping dark,
splats
syncopated
on the roof.
Connections: February 13.17
I feel like just an ant
too small to get the job done
but then I think of ants:
there can’t be many without the one.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
