Category: Ronovan Writes

Cooper’s hawk featherfound in the neighborhood parkthe March sky whispers Green goldfinch feathersbegin turning yellow nowSpring in a whisper

marriage wears the crownfor grit and tenacitybe my Valentine crowns of blue and redgritty jays and cardinalscrack sunflower seeds

With smooth silent stepsthe sun moves across the floorweightless as desire I step on the matForward fold and downward dogMonday morning moves

Target on Mondaydown past the Valentine’s cardsa line to checkout

Late afternoon lightthe red amaryllis bendsheart of the kitchen And my husband is participating this week: The heart is sad ascurve is bent up not the choicecovid is moving

To burn old books readFahrenheit 451Don’t play with matches The fire burns downold constellations look tiredmy last glass of wine Mother told me-don’tburn the candle at both endsyet I held no mat

tiny autumn gnomenestled in a dusty potsleepy gray field mouse

The June bugs are gonesummer crumbles into falldry leaves and pumpkins A backseat rumble-Mom! He’s touching me!Don’t bug your sister

Dog hair, cat hair, dustall rise with the slightest gustSigh. Clean or adjust New songs clean and sweeta fledgling mockingbird waitsto rise through the ranks

peaches and cream breastfuzzy little tail feathersfledgling mourning dove Im-peach! Im-peach! shoutpoliticians with such afuzzy memory