A wedge or orange

waits for morning fingers


a black cat at the

screen door;

a pinch of salt

over the shoulder


same radio songs

weather changes

clouds always appear


last patch of snow

in the shaded

corner of the shed


a few buds up high

on trees

thrive where sunlight

touches them


clothesline posts

resemble starving

scare crows


the lines sway slightly

waiting for mornings



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s