A Pair of Doves
A pair of doves came to my sidewalk today
to peck for whatever it was that might hold
them
there outside my front door.
Unruffled, they let me move about the garden
as I pulled Johnson grass and oooed over the
first blooms
of this season on a loropetalum
that came not to the better
of the half-dozen newly planted earlier in
June.
No, there with flowers was the runt of the
litter
that had been stressed throughout the summer
and unyielding to my care.
I thought I might have to unearth it,
a rare casualty among the dozens of flowers
and shrubs I have set into this ground.
The doves fluttered up to the roof.
I laughed, for my want of faith,
and bowing low, returned to the task at hand.
Ladson 2014
Swans
perhaps it is too early in the season
to think that the swans must be going
too early to think of the lake feathered
only by the winds that come with passing cold
fronts
but on the bank where I sit
I watch
a swan with her young one
as if attached by a lead
never too far ahead or too far behind
of late these two have come calling
close to the place that is my perch
(the others paddling themselves into the
distances)
is it my solitary figure that invites
or at least proffers no warning
perhaps some desire taking flight
that I yearn for within my world
where now I count in those trees
the first leaves yellowing that soon will be going
Ladson 2015
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