Canopy in the Morning

Canopy in the Morning

 

House wrens chirp, chickadees sing,

The still cool air gently brushes

over the face searching for the sun;

Budding maple trees sprout green

across the blue sky

while sycamore holds back,

waiting for the first hot day;

the red-naped sapsucker taps the power pole

while bees dip in and out of pear blossoms

and warbling vireos hop with the insects,

and running the ridge of the rooftop,

hopping to the thin limb of the sycamore

dancing in spring’s soft breeze,

red squirrel flicks its tail

while scampering along its sky trail,

criss-crossing branches of the canopy

from sycamore to maple to phone wire

to the neighbor’s roof,

scolding the cat left behind,

in the un-mowed grass,

crouched, still, yet tail flicking.

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Photography and Poetry by Sheri Edwards