Where are you ?

Where are you this night?

I’ve been waiting in anticipation

for your flight through the garden

yet you fail to appear.

Is it the coolness of this evening,

when you prefer warmer nights

in your seek of partners,

that keeps you tucked in leaves.

I’m disappointed, even heartbroken

that this one night in months

when the temperature is inviting

to us both, you shrug me off.

Perhaps today’s rain has dampened

your wings, and without heat

they remain soaked, bound

together, locked without flightness.

So be it, I will find my solace

remembering the warmer nights

when I watched in delight as your

beacons fluttered in the garden.

ancient yellows - haiku

heritage garden

still grows old yellow roses

I tended years past

Cardinals dine out

Early evening as the sun made its way to bed, I heard a familiar song from the garden. Not wanting to frighten them I remained inside. Behind the patio door I watched in wonderment of a family out for a feast.

Mr. Cardinal brought his two young ones to the bird feeder. The three landed in a pot of abused begonia’s left as a landing place next to the feeder. He coaxed the male into the feeder where he slowly fed him seed. Meanwhile the female flew to an overhanging branch. Dad, being a dad, then flew to the branch and fed her while her brother was left to fend for himself with the little training he had. Atta girl! I know who the favourite sib is.

I enjoyed their interaction; father and children vying for top choice of seed. All were fed with little pecking of each other. Their visit was short but very memorable for myself as I watched the feeding ritual. I have no doubt Mrs. Cardinal told the Mr. to please take the kids out to dinner as I’m just too tired and need "me time". She certainly had her space this evening.

It's so hot...

 

It's so hot candles have melted

creating an interesting conversation piece.

Fire Flies

Another hot and humid night suffocates this area.  Windows are closed and C/A blasts cooling the house and myself.  Just once, one night, do I wish for a pleasant evening to sit out and enjoy my surroundings.

At last it is time, 9 p.m., and I open the patio door seeking the light show.  I am soon not disappointed.  From the garden blinking lights begin to ascend.  Slowly they move through the plantings, back and forth.  Not attracting attention from the fairer sex they float upwards, along shrub tops, back and forth. 

With a sigh I watch these magical creatures gain height, upwards into tree branches.  Sadly they are soon out of sight while seeking their love of the night.

I wish them well, those wonderous creatures of the night, and silently thank them for the reminder that nature is dazzling even in darkness.  

motherhood - haiku

proud mother Robin

spends her days pulling fat worms

to feed her baby