Red Cone (LF)-#115-saturday

saturday

under the veranda
fresh air and sun
the garden green
freshly watered
weeds like words of annoyance
chicken hawk on a skyward
dead branch
surveying all
with his hawk eyes
he is solo
facing my studio
now he is gone
a creature has drawn his attention
a pair appears on lower branches
they are arguing
chasing each other around the dead tree
a tree of elegance and grace
a tree from a previous century
it has witnessed the settlement of men from the other side of the world
Danish farmers and sailors
and women who wondered

the sun shines softly