Thursday, October 7

A Poem for Thursday.

October 5th

I look up
Through the branch
of the cherry tree.
A spinner joins puzzle to puzzle.
Short days
Time of the essence.
Slow flies
The essence of time.

I look across
To the dome
of the elder tree.
A blue bird picks and jennies for grubs.
Love of the essence.
Slow bees
The essence of love.