October one
the crunch has begun
the calendar’s down to three
a cool wind blows
and under our toes
leaves sing percussively.
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Category Archives: Nature
Connections: September 30.17
In the center of this twiggy heap
you’ll spy a dot of red
it’s the littlest tiniest bug
yes, a bug is what I said!
The littlest tiniest busiest
scurrying as if crazed
HOLD STILL! I ordered grandly
but he raced about, unfazed.
I couldn’t count his legs
they were just a blur
I couldn’t see a wing
scale, feather or fur
so I think it was a bug
bright as cinnamon heart
harrumphing at out-sized humans
who seem not to be all that smart.
Connections: September 28.17
CurlingConnections: September 25.17
It’s leggy and seed-headed
brown where once was green
but the garden this September
is the best I’ve ever seen.
My pear tomato plant
bedecked like Christmas tree
has survived in gold and gaudy
ponderosity.
Connections: September 22.17
Archimedes the caterpillarConnections: September 16.17
The air was still
no finch’s trill
no breeze, no voice, no chirp
and so I know
as sun sank low
I heard a tiny burp.
Connections: September 12.17
Oneupmanship rages
in late garden staples:
the geranium will not be outdone
by the maples.
