Tomatoes sit on the sill,
waiting to ripen.

Woven linen fabric-folds
reflect red on red.

The inner curtain’s top line
underscores grass.

Four evergreens stand full,
as hardwoods leaf.

Cardinals and chickadees
flit from tree to tree.

Ten wild turkeys roosted
in topmost branches.

Two pileated woodpeckers
tapped rectangles.

As usual, crows carry on
in loud conversation.

Mister and missus mallard
arrived on time.

Soon, dabbling ducklings
will dot the pond.

Last year’s great blue heron
has yet to appear.

We hope the bald eagles
have made a nest.

Another woman walks
around the circle.

She watches seasons
turn — and return.

. . . . .

Susan Powers Bourne
29 april 2017