Father

 It is Father's day

It is also your birthday

This year

 

Before you died

Our mother moved it

Back one month 

As if such things

Can be moved around

 

This year

It is your birthday

And Father's Day

A fitting thing

 

I remember

I have moved it back

To its correct date

 

Something New May Come

 Something new

May come

Something new

Always comes

I sit in my chair

Watch the milkweed

For the monarch's arrival

Watch rhe goldfinch

Swoop

Swoop aagain

Find the thistle seed

Sock

Swoop

Swoop again

The Edge

I live on the edge

I serve on the edge

It has always

Been so

Just so 

The liminal world

Has been mine

From the beginning

Til now

The Wind Blows Through

The wind blows through

Front to back

Back to front

The cat catches it

Watching the birds

Through the screens

Front to back

Back to front

Wherever the birds

Catch her interest

The robins seem  

To be her favorites today

Tomorrow it may be

The sparrows

She is a creature

Of whim