Zoysia grass and a summer breeze,
the choice at last to do just as we please.
The juxtaposition of Jupiter and Venus in the west,
a sight to see, I believe, it takes away my breath.
Sipping on hibiscus,
underneath a waning gibbous,
waxing poetic about existence,
oh it’s riveting.
And that reminded me of when we were between…
The fox and the birch
and I overheard
a coyote with wings
chirping from his perch.
Well, I believe in the future
and uncertain things,
so I planted an oak
and I hoped from that seed
that a tree would grow,
one that I might never know,
and it would make shade,
it would be a home
for animals to live in,
that would be my gift to the Great Unknown.
And that reminded me of when we were between…
The hawk and the church
and I saw the lurching
movement of a painted turtle.
Furiously she toiled,
laying her eggs in the soil,
under a great purple crepe myrtle.
And how that hawk will prey
on her spawn the day
that her eggs all hatch,
they will be an easy catch.
But I believe in the future
and uncertain things
and the ebb and flow
of the web that nature weaves.