Thundercloud plum tree
Planted with a bottle of
Muccigrosso red
Chosen for its leaves
The color of pinot noir
And for its March bloom
~dkm 36/53
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
Thundercloud plum tree
Planted with a bottle of
Muccigrosso red
Chosen for its leaves
The color of pinot noir
And for its March bloom
~dkm 36/53
What's that purple spot
In leaves under daffodils?
Have a closer look
Perhaps a squirrel
buried it for safekeeping
It sprouted and grew
Distinctive fragrance
Fortunate color combo
Liliaceous
Wayward hyacinth
May you divide and prosper
for future bouquets
~dkm 34/52
Perched at my window
Outside looking in. A pair
of fluffy fledglings?
No, it's too early
for newbies to be out, plus
Siskins don't nest here
These two don't fly off
Even as camera moves close
More sleepy than scared
Research is needed
I consult good Dr. Zinn
It's salmonella!
Poisoned by feces
Outbreak among pine siskins
From west coast to east
Feeders must come down
Decks must be disinfected
Until siskins leave
Mystery solved but
such unhappy solution
for all of Georgia
~dkm 33/52
How every spring you
bring me to revere anew
your petal and hue
Veiny rose of Jack's,
Pale flesh of Hagoromo,
and Pink Perfection
Your ardent frailty
Your breathless gentility
Your humility
~dkm 32/52