Waves down on the lake and
Wind here blowing on my face
Raindrops, slowly filling birdbath
Remind me to slow my pace
Weeds do not misconstrue meaning
Work awaits, cannot be neglected
Waiting beyond a day or two
Will leave twice the work projected
Sunflower seeds scattered daily,
Our token to the birds,
Are gathered by chipmunks
Whose efforts are heard
Windows call, “wash me”
Car says the same
Forsythias sway approvingly
Withholding any shame
We overload and get bogged down
Have we failed to hear?
Nothing conveyed that isn’t known
About this life we hold so dear
Stanski
September 19, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 