Takeover

tiny yellow banners
flung up across our lawn
hostile takeover

Sound of a Saw

fly in the window
its constant buzz sawing
at my sanity

nursing her fawn
the doe’s ears detect
the rustling of mice

fox cubs astounded
lightning rips the sky
wonders every day

he sits by the hearth
when mornings are chilly
hunger shall scold him

“The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold, therefore shall he beg in harvest and have nothing.” Proverbs 20:4

ducklings snuggle safe
in the warmth of mother’s breast
eiderdown pillow

women planting corn
their faces brightened by hope
of golden harvest