(on squirrels)
I plant rosemary
and it supplants with acorns –
neither is happy!
Category: Oak
“Sun-Spun Oak Filigree*”
Spun gold filigree*
through an oaken loom welcomes
brisk late-Fall walker!
*(My spelling dictionary – mit syllable-breakage – writes “filigree” first with the “I” option. I go with i. The 6:30ish sunrise slants its rays through the spare – just changing patterns – Live Oak fingers, shattering into prismic shards the golden morning light.)
“Mass Murderer Here – Likes The Crunch!”
murdering oak eggs
along my Sanford sidewalk:
they crunch pleasingly!
“Through Golden Boughs”
sunshine through moss-draped
live oaks paints gold sleeping grass
with growing promise
Dog (Would) Tree Gone, Alas
The tree is gone now,
and the original pic as well;
but I have this bit!
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