Poem: Just Dawn

 

blinds oad

Just Dawn

My window blinds squint out a slit of light.

No one can tell the view from here but me.

 

I see the June cherry tree out there, on the other side

holding bouncing chickadees that peck at branch aphids.

I hear the roof-spine morning seagulls barking orders

—when pushed off swiftly by rumble-crows for turf!

The rustle-bush below my pane shelters raccoons shaking soft
clawed hands.

Without a sound, regal-mother deer and spotted twins walk
down the middle of the path towards breakfast.

 

I walk with them in my mind, think of oatmeal and coffee.

Then, tuck my leg back under the covers a little longer.

 

~Shannon P. Laws

Poem: low hanging

lowhanging apple

 

the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay

apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red

hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait

hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin

 

a block over is an old lover, a crescent gap the size of my mouth is missing from his middle

bite taken, the remaining flesh kept cold is left to ripen

we ate our dessert too soon, a short harvest that blinked by

 

apples litter the ground

I am tired of apples