*

*

Honeysuckle breeze carries

scent of cut grass.

Mower drones

behind shaggy hickories.

He stops to listen.

Maples flutter,

serious oaks think

about making acorns.

*

Slow walking

One step to his two-step

shuffle-crunch gravel.

On the verges

phlox lilac pink

dandelion fluff

sinister poison ivy,

innocent in shiny green

*

One chorus of

Zippity-do-dah,

He’s happy

under the canopy

shade and sun

in his eternal now.