The beauty of seagulls...

The beauty of seagulls—
often obscured by trash and french fries in parking lots—
But here! 
Dots on blue green waves, 
heads tucked into white feathers, 
sleeping circles on brown sand.

Little birds

Little birds
frolicking in the birdbath—
cats paw the window.

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.

Written in Salinas

Expanse of blue--
rows and rows of garlic,
green and fragrant.