Choir of crickets

Choir of crickets —
background to the snores
of humans and cats.

Cold August morning...

Cold August morning--

overgrown, thorny bushes

promise blackberries.

For My Coffee-Lovin' Friends

Cold morning--
coffee drips into my cup.
It smells like hope.

Don’t tug / Summer heat / To fill a pie / Hopeful

Don’t tug!
Like everything else,
blackberries
come off their vines easily
when they are ready.

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Summer heat—
Dandelions stare at the sun
unharmed.

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To fill a pie, use
both ripe and unripe berries.
As in the world,
sweet and sour are needed
for the desired taste.

I’m not happy with this one. It needs work. Too didactic & not natural.
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Hopeful,
a bee hovers over
a glass of lemonade.