morning sky could last until dusk
all low smooth silver and smoke

elm queen shakes out her tresses
daughter plum shyly offers a branch
blue black asphalt path, too, shines

here, the cedar fence
there, willow trellis
peonies contemplate sun to come

leaves glow yellow, red, burgundy
forecasting and remembering fall
even here, at their beginning
launched into may’s perfumed morning
between raindrops

in the garden, rain barrels
need tending, scrap lumber leans
but sparrows, the family of sprugs
come and go well-contented
every nook of garage eaves filled
generations all watching the rain.


Gratitude to Jette55 and pixabay.com for today’s image.

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