Sunday morning walk

Before the house is awake,

the birds have been calling
for hours.







The bamboo
had a shower

and waits
for the sun

to dry itself.






























Dandelions' gossamer
feathers
remind me of
Don's Polish hen heads.







The grapes have begun to form on the vine.

Iris heads are
reaching up, out

of their skin.

Pelargonium in a pot,
honeysuckle by the pond
magenta-size the air.

Columbine
dances its

insect dance.

A lady is at

home
in the

Russian Olive.

Lilies of the Valley

ring in white.

And back to the house where Bishop is still asleep.