
slowing maples
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~
I’m just trying to park the tractor…. loved to read this keep em comin