Monday, July 7, 2014
Stray sun rays ricochet through
a layer of marshmallow clouds
on this July morning.
A rain crow coos
on Joe Knob and predicts
an evening shower.
The zinnias ballet dance
in pink, purple, and peach dresses,
on a guest of wind.
A cluster of mushrooms
sprinkles the yard with popcorn.
My neighbor's beagle digs holes,
nothing squelches his hunter's instinct.
My shoes slush through mud:
picking a bucket of blackberries.
I steal a peek
at the bluebird eggs,
wings flutter from the nest.
Mama bluebird keeps watch
on the power lines,
kathydids scrape fiddles on the ridge.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
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