When it’s too hot to hum,
there’s nothing to do
but sit on a zinnia
and wish for a brew.
Every so often, dear reader, I have the urge to add “Burma Shave!”
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Category Archives: birds
Disconnections: August 25.18
When morning sparkles
nothing is finer
than breakfast al fresco
at the pondside diner.
Disconnections: August 14.18
Zinnias in tatters
petals all strewn
who done the deed?
what marauding poltroon?
When I glimpsed the bright sneak
I recanted my whine
my old friends have found me!
the garden’s more mine.
Please pardon the slight haze, dear reader. I had to nab this shot through the window.
Disconnections: July 21.18
Atop a barren
dying tree
defying laws
of gravity
pitched and bounced
mid-air wild-riding —
I hope he doesn’t think
he’s hiding.
Disconnections: June 22.18
Mama’s smile is a lovely thing
sweet, with prideful charm.
But heed the steel in Mama’s neck:
If you come closer, I’ll break your arm.
Disconnections: June 14.18
Garden icon
myth and man
ubiquitous
as watering can
the story goes
his whispered word
was carried by wind
his followers heard
is he today
sculpted in stone
because he invented
the first smartphone?
With no disrespect intended to Il Poverello, whose bemused expression watches over the pond
from my neighbor’s yard. I just wish he wouldn’t be so welcoming to the chipmunks.
Disconnections: June 11.18
The redbirds sent their missuses
a most romantic tweet
no, not hugs and kisseses
but
Let’s go out to eat!
