
Weatherbeaten peach
grooving to the wind’s rhythms:
graceful elder tree.

Weatherbeaten peach
grooving to the wind’s rhythms:
graceful elder tree.

Fledglings leave the nest,
the last of the twigs crumble:
parents’ duties done.

Sun shines; cloudless sky,
lush grass wave at passers by—
I sneeze all the way.

All we ever need,
are peace, love, and vegetables—
better if homegrown.

Watering our plants,
we look over the fencing—
the day got away.