Saturday, April 20, 2024

 Retrospective



There, within a shrub, song sparrows built their bower
well-hidden chest high framed with good twig bones
lined with pine needles to weave a soft cup
in what seemed half a dryad’s discarded bra
upturned when the shrub was cut to its roots
between two fine maples from sapling shoots.
Strewn seeds sprout and if not stepped on flower
Wood hyacinths prosper in wild succession
then columbines campanulas poppies acanthus
sedums and salvia oregano and thyme.
Hummingbirds disputed montbretia and fuchsia
bees bumbled among alliums
strawberries were picked daily now they are gone
raspberries and blueberries have come on


Dick Russell © Richard M. Russell
                   2024


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