Afternoon
I wish the dogwood would hang its blossoms down for me like the showy clusters of the cherry trees But its slow unfurling petals only turn to face the sun
I wish the dogwood would hang its blossoms down for me like the showy clusters of the cherry trees But its slow unfurling petals only turn to face the sun
Ducks preening in the neighbor's yard Chickens hunt for bugs They didn't get the memo
the blue sky holds space for us even the clouds are in quarantine