
top of the morning
a mockingbird on its perch
belting out its song

top of the morning
a mockingbird on its perch
belting out its song

waking to the rain
falling on dead and alive
good and bad alike
everything belonging
in this evolving worldview

leaves on the front porch
a gift from the neighbor’s tree
air mailed overnight

eat me or squish me
doesn’t matter much to me
my best days are gone

new day and new month
the sun stops by to say hi
on her journey south