it is early morning and these are the things

in a comfortable delicate breeze of a cool summer morning

no machinery no humanity
just birds -- that's right
no exaggeration
just birds
at least six different calls
birds unseen and many many many
one spectacular call
from the wild cherry

I planted outside my window a flower bed
right in the middle of the yard
for my soul this very morning
the clematis is a thick blanket of deep purple
draped over the trellis with orange zinnia at its feet
the past few nights have been so chilly that I've
been sleeping under that blanket
and dreaming of the bee balm and daylilies
that have just begun to burst and
the buds that are growing seen and unseen



often it is overwhelming