oversize throw pillows
rhythmic glider vibe
late-day sun —
self-rewards
for my garden refresh
haiku
serrated cloud cover
sunlight leaches out of the sky
celestial smoke & mirrors
floral persuasion
dwindling garden cart
real estate:
potted sunflower,
annual 4-packs
celosia, lobelia, impatiens,
a trio of white geraniums
I am both unable & unwilling
to restrain myself
my patient husband
does not cluck
or moan or roll his eyes —
not so far as I can tell
full sun annuals
to brighten our outdoor spaces
he’ll see; yes, he’ll see
curse of the inner ear
vertigo creeps in before dawn
moon shining through my transom window
shadowed leaves of the maple tree
tilt and spin, wave after wave after wave
riverine
succulent skies
pale pinks, lush lavenders
we draw our water
from a deep, deep well
with my own two hands
laundered quilt,
heavily draped over deck rail
unqualified spring color
that somehow feels just right
the excavation
gloved fingers
toss stones aside
dull razor claws
the canvas layer
mud clumps tip
of rounded spade
I wrench fresh babes
from tangled domiciles,
relocate each one
to its new home
aphrodisiac
gentle articulation of air
the bombast of a spring storm
those darkening skies,
that green, green grass
later, the coo
of mourning dove lovers
fait accompli
that feeling you get
when (most of)
your To Do’s
become – voila!
Ta DA’s!!
haiku
a darkening pall to the west —
encroaching storm
what needs done, needs done
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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