Finches mumbling
outside my window
a litany of lust.
Bright morning
not a cloud
warm where
sun shines.
Drinking strong coffee
and eating
peanutbutter and jelly sandwich
with midges
dive bombing me
for their share
of bread.
Looking at weeds
see a beginning
wildflowers
to early for me
to know what kind they are.
In shadows of an eastern ridge
mosture clings
to car windows
and it's nearly noon
winter hasn't quit
abandoned American River canyon
just south of Auburn.
So I get to wander
bare foot through wet weeds
for afew weeks more
I hope.
By: David E. Howerton [03/06/2003]