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May Songs

Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.



Wee baby birds raise
spirited cacophony,
high in the roof beams.


Faint rustling above
sweet last clucky chirp at dusk
bedding down the nest.


Birds are rollicking
in the roof while on the wing
relentlessly Mom returns
to high pitch choral ringing
quietly perched one branch below
my heart too is singing.

Flower Moon

May moon is flowering
swiftly it ushers in June
too soon, still planting!

Flower Basket Design

Pale plum petunia (wave)
a bit of blue
hangy down stuff
with a white
geranium in the middle
of the pot
and a pinch of white
trailing lobelia

Bee Tree

At the back fence by the creek
a tall Maple tree, higher than a house,
with its blossoms hanging tendrilly down
from every bough, golden yellow against
deep green and shadowed burgundy leaves,
a painting in the May bright light.

Making my way
with a load of hay
from cutting the yard
earlier in the day

Struck, at first by the heavy sweet scent
then, the sound
the hum unearthly
emanating from the tree
every blossom

© 2018 Verlie Burroughs

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