After days of rain, blue sky.
Time to turn the dirt
shed the shirt.
Draggin’ the
wagon, to the
rhythm of the
wren again.
This big dig, sunbeam dream
is a bow to the bee,
her humble bumble
drone, the music
of a morning.
Apple blossom
dappled kingdom.
Robin, worm,
lemon balm, the
winds got calm
and for one little
minute in a
world so flawed
the peace
of this patch
is a heavenly breath
of Viburnum & Lilac
and mud- scented
awe.
Early Morning Poems 