Blue Berries

Like the birds and bears
we indulge in the sun warmed burst of sweet tartness on the tongue.
Unlike them we hoard for pies and buckles and jam.

Marje

Though she is gone, Marje’s morning glories
spend every summer with me through the miracle of seeds.
And as we did, when they come, I will count the blooms.

Married

The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.

Spider’s Parachute

Some paratrooping spider left his parachute  behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.