homesteading poetry
gardening / homesteading

homesteading poetry

Alone, except the birdsong, the birdcall the birds the birds the birds in a flutter flutter flutter declaring summer, summer, summer Watering with the warm six a.m. air suggests afternoon scorching sun. The blue birds, fighter pilots flyby, then again and again and again figure eights past the verandah search for a home, fly to amuse me fly then … Continue reading