From the Patio, the Cool of the Morning
A young rabbit hops across the yard,
pauses to eat clover. I say “Be careful
little rabbit; I found one like you
in my garden not long ago, gone.”
Cardinals whistle pretty-pretty-pete,
robins laugh, mourning doves coo,
wablers cheep, wrens warn cheater-
cheater-cheater-cheat. In the background,
twitters I don’t know, road noises
from the bypass, the back up warning
from garbage trucks in our hills.
A fat grey cat pauses, yellow eyes on me,
then ambles off without a rabbit.
A cup of hot tea and an almond pastry,
and this recorded morning. Then I’ll be off
to the garden to mulch pale straw
around the base of tomatoes,
bush beans, red zinnias, red and
white hollyhocks, peppers and kale—
before the sun taunts. My body anticipates
the healthy exhaustion of motion.
Delicious in more ways than one.
Thanks. It was good to see you tonight at Carnegie.
What a day! I love the last sentence – wow!
I like the sense of danger and warning in the garden of pastoral beauty. 🙂 Sounds like the beginning of a good day.
Thank you, Kaimilani.