Friday, May 2, 2014


Another poem to celebrate this Friday. Have a good weekend and read some poetry, why doncha?

Grass Valley

There is a place
just off the highway
where dragonflies drop their eggs
into the pond, and hummingbirds
swarm the feeders that have, so far,
delivered 66 pounds of sugar to their frenzied tongues.
A family of quail venture out
to a patch of ground forsaken by squirrels,
and a hawk screams overhead.
Blue jays leap from hanging feeders and send them swinging,
while dove feathers, bone and sinew lie in nearby grass.
Shade of pine, cypress and madrone
promise the day will cool when evening comes
and stars light the night.
I will rest my head upon unfamiliar pillows
and dream of who knows what....


  1. It's like a view right outside our windows! Beautiful.

    1. your place, and land, so inspired me!

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    1. Thank you, T., I appreciate that more than I can say!