Last Day Of Summer, 2016

So now I write of the end of a season

Orchids, finches, late morning dew

Seated outside in the shade I watch

My tabby lolling in a dirt patch near

The grasses, rolling and pawing at

Insects; then suddenly preening –

Then suddenly; napping

 

The goldy feline queen has decided today

That the screen porch is close enough

To the real outdoors –

She languishes on the padded wicker while

I entertain my morning guest –

The southern breeze

 

She is seated next to me, wearing light blue

Facing the direction from which she came

In a chair soon destined for the storage barn

We discuss any subject that suits the day –

Ferns in the garden, slowing maples

Gray silver dollar packets of seeds

 

Empty feeders hang nearby

The birds are all quiet just now

Babies have fledged and now they nest

Exhausted, just as the sun is flagging

 

Soon the earth will pitch that sun

Across the horizon each day

A lazy bright stone skipped across a graying pond

Frow where my companion once came

 

My wife will fill the feeders soon enough

Marching through a knee deep snow –

I will watch her fulfill this labor of love

From the finch and orchid bay window

Facing the shadowy southland

Contemplating a new winter poem

~TH~