Outside,
the air strums like a guitar,
rings like a bell.
The weight of a butterfly
starts a yellow-eyed
daisy bobbing—
a fat bee bounces off the screened back door.
Yesterday
I watched a tan rabbit
hop from the woods
to the bell-flower patch lining the garden.
He sat—
sniffing the air,
quivering,
before darting through
the yard to vanish
beyond the thickest hedges.
,,,sounds like a story book... soothing
ReplyDeleteI love the richness of detail of your poem...the bobbing daisy...love it!
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem. It brings to mind Susan Wittig Albert's Beatrix Potter series.
ReplyDeleteAnd a beautiful picture it was. I even almost loved the bee :)
ReplyDeleteyes, I'm there. But you knew I would be...
ReplyDeleteA couple of years ago, we had a shiny little fat black rabbit that roamed about our neighborhood for awhile and he brought me so much joy. I loved watching his antics and finding him in so many places.
ReplyDeleteI am actually allergic to rabbits so it was extra special to be able to interact with him in some way like this.
I didn't know you were a poet. You have a myriad of extraordinary talents, Liza.
ReplyDeleteI loved that poem. Springtime in the northeast (although I do realize it's June and you've had 90 degree temps up there.)
I miss rabbits. We don't have them down here, or any that I've seen in 4 years. Bunnies are so sweet.
Yes, it was a nice day!
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely words ...
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful day you painted!
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