UNDER THE WEATHER
The litany of loveliness
Is chilling in the air –
I like to think that deer and quail
Are teaching me their prayer.
The temperature descending with
A debutanting frost
Is napping on the front yard sod –
Rudbeckia is lost.
The liturgy of loneliness
Will shed its chilly edge –
The birds will congregate as guests –
My balcony as hedge.
The back yard bush is full of birds
Recusing from repast –
But when they sense I’ve disappeared
They dare the meal I cast.
(7 November 2009, Pleasant Grove)
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