
Sunshine Saturday,
Feeding time,
Birds chirping
In nervous anticipation
As their stations are filled
exploring my world, one park at a time

Sunshine Saturday,
Feeding time,
Birds chirping
In nervous anticipation
As their stations are filled

Icy winter grasping fingers,
Skeletal in their last stand,
Scattered before the morning glow

Cooler today, but still clear and sunny and fresh. The birds are still irritated at my intrusion, but growing almost resigned enough to come up to the feeder even when I’m there.

7:10 in the morning,
The sun is high in the sky,
The grass is tinging green,
And the swing is way more inviting,
Than leaving for work

Lightly warm sunset,
Solar lamps blinking on,
First day warm enough,
To crash on the swing and read

Six thirty five
Sunrise glow,
Shifting earlier day by day,
Edging across the horizon

Open windows,
Open doors,
Misty pattering spring-like rain

Smoked wings and turkey burgers. First faux spring afternoon BBQ.

Back to late winter, chilly morning sunrise, shrouded in puffy clouds.

Sunrise climbing,
Under a thick down comforter,
Yesterday’s warmth snuggled in,
Clinging to the brush of false spring