Looking for Blessings

Old man’s eyes scan blue beyond cottonwood grove where child saw orange bird.

Contemplations on Suburban Day Off Rituals

Yellow dandelions Lawn mower :: heads cut off Green :: so bland and plain.

Thunder quiet now-- Why does he hear, from willow thicket, a magpie's complaint. Daily Post Core

Bitter root blooms, old man won’t turn head to see fog-veils lift off Maiden Breast Hill,

Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.

Black cows graze new grass— cranes dance among the calves— Still :: raven rides the sky.

Blue sky :: May dawn blushes Maiden Breast Hills— noisome magpie :: aagk aagk aagk

Fresh clipped grass, my realm, my unblemished suburban turf— O! that damned dandelion!

May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish

Snow covers Maid's Breast Hill— there was a summer long ago he explored them—hard No need to elaborate.