July 14, 2020
Still dark. And, look! From east to west: Venus, Morning Star. Close by (to my eye), her friend Aldeberan, fierce eye of Taurus. Earth’s moon. Mars. Saturn. If not for the western trees, I might see bright Jupiter! All in their places.
Still dark, but brightening. I at my computer, about my work. On the roof, a party! The Shadow-tails are playing chase. Thundering paws.
Hoarse hawk-cry makes me wonder if Clint Eastwood is riding into town. For sure the action on the roof of the saloon freezes.
Mama Robin’s on the nest. Catbirds mewing. I’m moved to go out for a garden patrol, before the heat of the day.
Cooking breakfast I spy our young hawk–on the patio, then on the fountain. Strong yellow legs, handsome of breast and beak. Then he flies into the glass, and I wonder how his training is coming along. Also if the glass will hold.
I’m grateful for this place.
From my bower to yours–whatever shelters and gladdens you: