vingt-deux

We long for chilly days,
and forget those who need
the sunny warmth;
the cold will chase our scaled friends
into hibernation–
at least until the next heat wave.
Frogs and lizards will be sparse;
and snakes are more than welcome
to stay hidden of course.
Look down,
watch your step,
there might be a little guy
who’s too slow to escape your shoe!

look at those fabulous nails

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neuf

today was rough,
not even worth capitalization or
grammar-tization.
relaxation came but it’s almost over.
i want to sit in my chair
thoughtless
stressless
without indigestion over a missing document,
where i can look over and see my
rabbit’s eyes watching me sweetly,
hoping for a nibble of fruit as my next distraction.
not sure if freeform poetry
is your thing, but i’m not well-versed in poetry–
pun magnificently intended.
probably need sleep,
eyes closed for 7 hours straight
steady breathing
no stiff neck in the morning.
maybe i’ll have time for a coffee before work.
(we’ll see how it goes)

baby tree

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huit

The sun is setting on
visiting hummingbirds’ vacation here.
They hum, buzz, chirp, and
fence with each other beginning in August,
but the fall weather–
less humidity, acorns falling, cool breezes, clear skies–
seems to hurry them on their way,
much sooner than we hope.
It is always an honor
to be nearly skewered
each time we walk out onto the porch.
See y’all in the spring–
bring me back a tan from Mexico.

right after this photo was taken, an epic fencing battle took place between beaks

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sept

Weddings come and go like roses:
one day they are open and vibrant,
the next they are faded with falling petals.

Thank goodness, though,
for when one is a bridesmaid,
her bank account ends up petal-less, too.

2-headed gold medal rose = my pride & joy

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deux

In the warm autumn breeze
that tickled the trees’ leaves,
I filled my watering can full
and watched as it pooled
in the overflow pan under my rose.
Would you happen to know
what jumped up as I
tipped the plate dry?
A sweet little toad,
with water dripping from his toes!

pauvre crapaud

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