The Late Bloomer of Summer’s Choir

The Late Bloomer of Summer’s Choir

the cicada’s late night

choir performances had

all but disappeared

until I heard the one strong drone

singing solo, alto in search of a lover

that will never come

made me weep for the late bloomer

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

 

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Out For A Spin

Out For A Spin

up a hill brimmed hats

bounce in the sun drenched bridge of

green leaved shaded trees

a young boy spins round to see

who’s that, follows behind me?

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Like A Hawk

Like A Hawk

gray black sleek winged hawk

wings spread wide open, arms length

beak full of what looks like a tree branch

until it begins a downward descent

eyes see branch moves like snake,

aha! breakfast.

—©g.a.meeder,2016®