with the small of fresh cut grass
and all the birds sitting on the
limbs of trees who just got all
their summer leaves... the day's
mornings are filled with less
cold and the squirrels scurry
across the grass as if being
chased by the fat rabbits that
hop more often than run...
preying wind warriors ride
the currents around like smoke
signals mde by the Cherokees in
the Smokys when not ghost
dancin' around the eveing fires;
straw covers newly planted seed
inside other bales positioned to
stop the flow of water should it
rain for Noah... bees establish
territory especially the carpenters,
traps are set every few feet...
the winds howl like mid wives
in the evening when the sun has
buried itself behind the land and
the harvest moon appears even
though nothing yet been planted.
April 23, 2023
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