Mother’s Day
setting out the tomato plants
to toughen up
last year’s oak apple gall
a door left open
spring azure
with my cellphone camera
stalking the sky
in oak leaf-out time
the bare crowns of the dead
dogwood blossoms
so many ways to dress up
as the sun
carpenter bee
working the blueberries
a birder’s pish
several warblers falling
for fake news
two hawks circle high
on the heat from my roof
