Sunday sonnet
I look ahead of me. What do I see?
A pair of long translucent bunny ears.
It hops a little closer next to me.
I hope to pacify its rightful fears.
For just this spring, we were so overrun
with bunnies eating almost to the ground
most all our favorite plants…
Sunday sonnet
The summer sure did come on strong my way
with sun and growth, humidity and heat.
Monarda patch so full of bees today.
The fading flowers must taste still so sweet.
With so much nectar I must stop my quick
and mindless work deadheading those spent blooms.
They’re nowhere near past spent…
PASS IT ON
A twittle
Don’t mooch it all friend.
This stash won’t end. Just use some self restraint.
You would think it should be common sense.
It ain’t.
A sonnet
I hear three knocks. I ask, “A knock again?”
and, “What’s that ruckus going on up there?”
I look and laugh for nothing is mundane
and something’s always going on somewhere.
An apple fell off of our neighbor’s tree
that reaches past the fence beyond the deck.
These three old hens did…
Sunday sonnet
I wake a summer’s day to sweet soft sound
of birdsong and cool breezes. Tunes that fill
the air and drag me out of bed. I bound
outside before I’m half awake. The thrill
of summer’s sweet activities at hand.
The sun just hot enough against the skin.
A quenching rain fell…
Sunday sonnet
The grass is dry, that’s irrefutable.
These lazy afternoons are getting warm.
This dry hot summer day’s still beautiful.
Those heat and sunshine lovers bloom to form.
The others wilt a little, wait for rain.
Lichen and moss retreat. The ferns advance.
Magenta clouds of bee balm float again
with nectar for the…
A sci-fi sonnet
Tzog’s good eye, salvaged from that long extinct
defrosted mammal sample, stares straight out
from rusted metal box. It woke then blinked.
Hears, “ Paddles in their uprights! We’re on route!”
What’s left of Tzog then feels the pulse and shake
of thrusters bouncing hard against the thin
weak atmosphere of Asteroid…
