Thursday, February 5, 2015

an early february morning

an early february morning
the sun slants into the garden through the oaks
warm
poppies have come up
their first leaves forked like tiny blue-green antlers
a hummingbird visits the quince blossoms
soft breeze pushes wisps of white
across brilliant blue sky
and whispers something about coming rain.
how beautiful you are sitting in the clover