attacking the ivy

before it gets to the house —

roots too deep to dig

cedar waxwings

and the berries they love —

anything to look up

I kneel on the ground

to cheer on my seedlings —

four tiny leaves each

our front yard bunny

delicately mowing down

a line of clover

just two days of work

and the new nest is ready —

robins at our door

everyday grief —

stars that grow brighter

as we look away

dead tree —

a warbler on a high branch

sings in the sun

figuring out

which way is up —

seeds underground

rain in the bamboo

and on the small heads

of just-hatched wrens