A Long White Day

(Deep fog yesterday early, to light fog, deep fog, light fog…all day)

A mound of white cotton presses down

squeezes low

swabs around, dabs around

sore wounds of the Fall

 

A fog of winter white compresses

soothes bare trees

missing leaves, losing leaves

aching from the Fall

One Morning at the Fruit Farm

Blueberries don’t grow on trees

Or thorny vines

But on bushes

 

In round berry clumps very much

Like grapes only

They ripen separately

 

Gently loosen the blue berries in

Each clump and

Leave the green

 

Dislodge sleeping mosquitoes from

Underneath each bush

And get bitten

 

Other berry pickers concentrate on

Filling buckets beneath

Threatening summer clouds

Frosty April Morning

April morning produced frosty green grass and

frozen bird bath water while birds of all

colors, yellow, brown, black, red, gray flit

around the feeder ravenous, the cold bringing hunger

 

April morning produced three beautiful red male

cardinals baring wings at each other over a female

eating at the feeder, cold fighting occurs over the unplowed

field, only one triumphant returns to eat with his mate

TR