the bird feeder is empty...

The tall trees on the ridge
And
The wide blinds in the window
The sun is coming through

The bird feeder is empty
I will buy food for them today
I heard them singing this morning

A friend heard frogs peeping last evening
Yes.
Oh!
A train whistle!
I must go.

flutter spring...

Shadows of the picket fences
Warm in
The trees blowing lightly
The ribbon signs on the lampposts
Flutter
Spring
Flutter
Spring

And the smell of freshly fried donuts.

9bach...

ambling...

Calm the night
A schooner ambling along the Elizabeth Islands
A cove !
Ashore supper fire and storytelling
Rum and cheese chicken and sea
Spires of
Water
And
Smoke
The constellations
Sleep

Sleep on
To Cuttyhunk and further
Sandbars and sunburns Madras and orange blondes tomorrow

A travel back in time
In your youth.

winding the big horn passes and grain fields below...

I have a friend who likes trains too
Choo
Trestles high
Winding the Big Horn passes and grain fields below
She
In the sun, shades and screen
'Til moon and star and music
Quiet clacks on the tracks
East to New York City
Gats Villages Vanguards
Vivaldi and blues and Milo Hewes
The Waldorf straws and shoes
Choos
Toos.

jazzsong...

the weather...

The train whistle down the street
Rumble of the furnace
The cars
Ramble
The book reads
Travels
And
Travails
Dripping from the paper lanterns
Dripping orange