Crab Apple Blossoms

The trees stand watchful, Warmth of spring vacant, It was rumored by weather people we were to have sixties or seventies, Blaa,Blaa,Blaa! Not here, A friend in Nebraska says not there either Blaa,Blaa,Blaa, I’m off to the kitchen to feed my Black cat, Grab food then off to the TV room and, Electric heater and.kittiesContinue reading “Crab Apple Blossoms”

Dancing trees,

Winter storm never arrived, Swaying tree tops, Pitching too and fro, Massive walnuts, Buchanan County, I cranked up the heat, Still one moment, The next dancing on the tree tops, So happy no nest yet, Living in my metal tube, Wind outside felt within, Ling for property and a cellar if my own, No placeContinue reading “Dancing trees,”

Shades leaves of windows

Love leaves, Trees with leaves a plenty cool rooms, Organic shades, Sort of contemporary, Briefly, Cleansing air for the better, Carbonbase, Benifitial, Still in 2021 man harvests for Utility poles, Now we know the ulternative of wood is metal, Metals only purpose is utility, Metal cleanse no air, Shades no rooms, Recyclable, Kill a treeContinue reading “Shades leaves of windows”

Looking up

Tree tops below heaven, Eldorado hill, Winneshiek County, Allamakee County, Bluffs across the river, Where ever you go, Simply look up, Imagine your flying over, Looking down, What do you see? I see different shapes, Leaves, Branches, Colors, Like people no two alike, Similar, Like snow flakes, Unique one and all, Dedicated to my LGBTQContinue reading “Looking up”

Bud- in

Sitting vista streched wide before me Range of tall naked.trees stirred Flexing fingers Long, fragil, Strong enough to hold new born babes Nest mothers shaping in boughs Across the street old un used garage Small hole in roof missed by most Mrs.Robin uses the old nest Nestly under the corner of the shabby, tin roofContinue reading “Bud- in”

Chapter 8,Sir Robin by Julia LestarJette Gorden

Vist the wealthy aunt(09/30/2019)

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