Sitting alone among shadows below

Outlines of branches with silhouette of crow

Spring buds and unfolding deciduous leaves

And pollen filled oak worms now clothing oak tree’s,

I sit here dressed warmly and open my book

To read further chapters but instead must look

At Blue Jay’s and Chickadee’s, Wren, Finch and such

Red-headed Woodpeckers, Cardinals and much

more that come visit our back yard this day

Despite my presence here catching warm ray’s

Squirrels lounging on branches and notches of tree’s

After filling their bellies of peanuts from me.

Buzzards by three, gliding graceful above

In spiraling circles, a silhouette I love

Chirping and peeping, a doves gentle coo

And the woodpecker’s tapping in search of live food.

The minutes form moments that stretch into hours

The sun shifts direction to coldness devour

The squirrels slowly rise from their post-breakfast nap

And start nibbling leaf buds for their sweet tasting sap.

The bee’s come to light on our birdbath in place

That we clean out and freshen and refill most days

And drink from the edge under my watchful gaze

Then back to their flowers to pollinate post-haste.

Above: the live oak, camphor, and pines kept their green

While other oak, Dogwood and Maple join the scene

All decked out emerging in new floral display’s

To shine in new radiance in the sun’s gleaming rays.

The air has been dry, the sky silky blue

Just dotted quite rarely with a cloud puff or two

So beautiful this day that I’m not even torn

By missing out reading my western this morn,

But instead I’m inspired, intrigued , and quite awed

By this nature around me this morning I saw

A beautiful mid-week, crisp late winter’s day

With springs introduction in a gentle foray.