soft morning

Gnome3by Annette Lee03 Nov 2013

this morning the crows
and bluejays are noisily
fussing in the fog
shrouded green thicket behind
the gazebo. hummingbirds
are delirious
with joy as they flit quickly
from fuchsia blossom
to fuchsia blossom. I can
hear a dog bark now and then,
one of those “Listen,
I'm out here by myself and
this is a big world
so I’ll bark in my deepest
tones so I can feel brave” barks.
And then just at this
minute, someone's car alarm
blurts out raucously
into the crystal morning
air; I can’t help but giggle.