By the time I arrived. The bees- already hard at work. I’ll gather salad
Nancilynn Saylor 26 April 2017
Notes and words stir me. Wisk me back again in time. Only memories now.
©Nancilynn Saylor. 7 April 2017
The Bluejay’s screech begs
me watch him feed- later
tonight,. two Cardinals!
©Nancilynn Saylor 06 April 2017
bumps that once left bruises
now leave dreadful marks-
No longer invincible.
©Nancilynn Saylor, 14 March 2017
(A brush with a door frame tonight)
Still air styles plant life…
Fushia blooms against mustard walls;
Spring hustles Winter.
©Nancilynn Saylor 8 March 2017
Last nights of winter
Trickle down like melting stars
Dusk overtakes day.
©Nancilynn Saylor 6 March 2017
bold squirrel seeks bird’s food
freeze on feeder then flees…
as red/tailed hawk “scree screes”
©Nancilynn Saylor 1 March 2017