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FLEDGLINGS

What privileged robins live in my back yard…

racing through the sprinkler, barely giving me any notice…

but WHO, may I ask, tipped over the big blue pot under the umbrella?

Hmm?

Emil Catt, was it you?

FALL ON THE ROCKS

Virginia Creeper

bleeding down my back rock wall.

Snow is on its way

10/11/16

humbled

I am kept ever humble…

whilst tearing out  errant vinca vines from out the front garden, I reached down to pull up my sagging socks, only to realize ’twas the skin round my ankles drooping there

INTERLOPER

I see you bindweed

riding Virginia Creeper

across the back wall.

Do not even think

I will allow you to stay,

after all the hail.

 

 

8/6/16

DEFIANCE

Hail be damned!  Lilies,

despite annihilation,

thumb their bright noses

 

6/26/16

FUZZ

I cannot see it, but

somewhere nearby stands a cottonwood

with rustling, sparkling leaves,

deep, spreading roots,

long, rough barked branches

and  cotton snow

drifting through the air,

sticking to bricks on the front porch,

attaching to the back umbrella,

floating atop the sprinkler water filling the morning gutters,

catching in my hair,

packing into the corners of those screens not shredded by the recent hail,

and clogging drains,

clogging nostrils,

clogging the breath of all those allergic

to the simple things of Spring.

 

 

 

BLOOMING

THE  POPPIES ARE BLOOMING!

PURPLE IRIS

WHITE IRIS

YELLOW IRIS

BLUE VINCA, SPECIES GERANIUM, CLEMATIS

THE LAST OF THE RED TULIPS

PINK CARNATIONS

BURGUNDY PANSIES WITH BRIGHT FACES

HANSA AND HEIRLOOM ROSES ON THE HILL

CASCADING LOBELIA

LILACS, VIOLETS

THE OCCASIONAL, BLASTED DANDELION

LORD!  YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF THIS SPRING!

AMEN!

 

 

ps  I tried this in lower case, but only caps catch the excitement!

 

 

 

 

 

 

VINCA MAGIC

My sweet Lord!  that hill

awash with heavenly blue

soothes a heavy heart

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 8

 

choke cherry blooming

delicately sweet soft blooms

jam in the making

NaPoWriMo Day Six (2016)

 

MY SWEET ASH!

I know, I know, I know, I know

The borers hit their mark,

split and shriveled up your lovely trunk,

cracked your lovely bark.

~oh, woe~

I cannot, cannot, cannot do it,

cut you down, I mean,

you could, you might, you may leaf out

to shade the hot back scene.

~oh, yeah~

La la la la la la la

my eyes and ears I cover…

if I refuse to see,  to hear

perhaps you will recover.

~selah~

 

rJo Herman  4/6/16