As summer emerges
from spring in Georgia,
the sky’s a Blue
Hallelujah.
The laughing leaves
in the nosebleed seats
enjoy the very
best view.
The wind who once whispered
now shouts like a drunk.
Though an amicable one,
it’s true.
The robins hop
through the lush green grace
under this Hallelujah
Blue.
A window is a wonderful thing
A place to lounge and look at spring
A place to perch and hear the birds
A place to sit and wish for words
Gazing through a pane makes things clear
It magnifies joy and muffles fear
It provides the peace that clarity brings
A window is a wonderful thing
Mornings in March
Are all blossom and promise
Chilly air kissing your skin
Birdsongs signaling
Death of the darkness
A new day dawning without and within
If I had stayed inside today
I’d have never seen the hawks
Sparring in the February sun
Above this icy desert
Talons clamped on branches
A pair of hawks
Toast their plumage in the sun
