FROM MY WINDOW

A sound, a furious buzz, industrious whirring I see

A blur of wings, visiting the yellow corsage

that drapes itself over old brown forks

And bumbling through the fronds green

sniffing sweet aroma, flitting flushed

a pollen carrier, a yellow speckled warrior

oscillates making lazy patterns

focused on all that matters

With nay a sound, a shrieking dart

feather tipped arrows, screams to the ground

The target spied with undivided attention

Folded wings hell bent on destruction

A swoop faster than a blink of an eye

Snatches prey then flies to the sky

Outside there is quiet save the flowers

whispering about the disappearing act

The blur of wings on the field of yellow

The sudden absence of the winged shadow

Its a cloudy day full of wind and disorder

cotton candy sailing in groups along the border

A goat here, a cow there, a dog , a solitary cat

Looking at the electric lines dividing the dry lake

Orange butterfly clapping without a break

Cuckoo's calling to the heavens above

Come down rain, Do not tarry

The burden is too heavy to carry

so let the secrets go, drop by drop

Drench the earth, the parched land

waiting for the Aquarian hand