This morning, before everyone else got out of bed, I sat outside on the back deck and took these pictures and wrote these poems:
I see you up there,
Visible half of the moon,
Just over my head
And thousands of miles away--
But where is your other half?
Coffee, notebook, pen,
Birds and squirrels and a light breeze,
The deck to myself,
Everyone else still asleep--
This is a perfect morning.
Half green, half orange,
The leaves are in transition--
Beautiful changes
"Squirrel proof" it may be,
But "chipmunk proof" it is not--
Eat well, little guy!
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