SNAP CRACKLE AND POP!
a jaunty sailor on the high seas …
a mockingbird walking along the porch railing.
19 hours, 48 minutes ago
Two different pinwheels twirling, whirling, ALL AT ONCE…
A gray ‘n white Mockingbird is flying.
(A mote is a two-line poem. It is, essentially, a metaphor. 37 more words
3 days, 12 hours ago
Chipeta: Ute Peacemaker
In my 1950s childhood, Dad was a salesman who wore suits to work. We lived in a rural area and our house was a regular weekly stop for the dry cleaner’s truck. 197 more words
1 week ago
Today, I decided to stay home. I wanted to mow the lawn. Additionally, things have been a little disjointed lately — OUT THERE. I knew I need to “gather the troops” so to speak. 578 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
I saw another rabbit hopping across the yard — he was lean. He leaped across the rectangular heavy metal lid , into the grass beyond that lid, and then disappeared. 451 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
It’s that time of year when going out birding is a challenge and I’m not meeting the challenge very well. So here’s some Northern Mockingbird fledglings currently in our yard. 59 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
A Wilder Life
In my backyard, a mustang grape vine grows over the fence. In its season, the grape vine is a beautiful, bushy thing. It oppresses the increasingly leaning, wooden fence. 632 more words
2 weeks ago