Fear not the dark cloud and storm
for as they pass they herald even as they obscure
sunshine and the blue hues of heaven
Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.
The fern shades the baby bleeding heart
from the hot wilting sun
encouraging delicate leaves and tender blossoms
Delicate, lacey queen
who stands shoulder to shoulder with the commoners and weeds,
gracing flowerbed, roadside and meadow.
Each morning the woodpecker tattoos his message
into the trunk of the crabapple tree
Make yourself known.
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.
Peace and contentment
settle in my soul
when the dog snores.
The tree spirits wear bark masks
and leave them behind
for us to remember them by.
The post marries the beam
after a courtship of hand hewing and attention to detail
that seats them perfectly together
forever supporting one another.
First the dream comes
then the vision begins
to be tangible.