Poem # 15
Saturday night, we watched television.
Far-seeing, we were not.
Reruns of old favorites,
companionable quiet,
an evening at home without expectations.
Poem # 16
one more day
the sun and the light and the warm
fruiting trees in bloom
insects zipping about, heralds of life
gathering nectar and spreading pollen
this fertile time of the year
awakening to possibility
but first
we must prepare