poem: a day at Bird Heaven Hill

arising early at first light
waking slowly sipping coffee
then out to hear the dense bird song
and to see the overnight blooms
scanning the sky and vistas
back inside making Cathey’s
ginger green tea elixir
checking friend’s post and messages
writing it all down
before business of the day sets in
Cathey comes down to nap
on the couch near me
we are well here
on Bird Heaven Hill
where all is regarded with love

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 30, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Just Outside my Door’