Pax Agrestis

A remarkably peaceful day in the neighborhood.   All that had needed mowing, has been mown;  all that needed sowing, has been sown.  We relax on our back decks, with murmured conversation or sweet naps, or over Shakespeare, and the blushful wine.

Et in Arcadia, ego

goose monostich

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… (… ) … (geese) …   (peace)    ..  the peaceful geese ………..

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The Scene at Noon

…bzz bzz  bzz bzz  bzz bzz  bzzz…

bees bees bees bees bees bees bees

beesbees beesbees beesbees beesbees

beesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbeesbees …

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………..

In God’s good garden

(1)

Around and about the flowertops,

the bees are as busy as a bee can be.

They flit from little bud to bud,

never lingering long,

as though frenzied with the wealth of possibilities.

Shivering deliciously, they sip the nectar.

Bending, carefully, I bless them each and each.

(2)

I’ve been reading a sort of combination text and memoir by an entomologist, called For Love of Insects.   Engagingly written, once you get past the title:  for though it’s difficult to love Insects,  it’s easy to love a bug.

Right at this moment, across the very piece of paper I am writing on,

a bug is crawling -- a bug that I love.

I let him do his crawlies,

and he lets me write.

We’re a little bit in love, I guess --

a bit just enough for a bug.

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O dear, a deer -- too beautiful.

We stop, drop what we’re doing, and stare,

each astonished 

at the other’s loveliness.

And so, we imagine, did our Creator  on that day

stand back and gasp

at the newly-minted works of His own hands.

“This is really quite splendid,” said He,

“even for Me.”

Sunday garden monostich

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cardinals calling,            each to each

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Congratulations are in order

Suzanne and I just got back from a misty lakeside postdrizzle stroll.  We saw some teenage geese -- last month’s crop of goslings.  Plus more little goslings newly arrived.  Seeing this, I had to hug her:  not once, but several times.

 Congratulations, Mrs. Goose and Mr. Gander !

[Update 10 May 2013]  Down to the lake... Goslings again!  Floating behind their proud parents.
...  World without end ...