Start of the reign

 Charles the third crowned today.

Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

Keep your eye on the ball.

Two large

 Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.

Eating at bed one and two.

Friends together, on the road.

Fully grown bunnies.

They cannot see us; they’re occupied.

Munching and hopping.

We don’t see them everyday

So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.

A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.

The rabbits ducked into hiding.

The morning is quiet and calm.

The rabbits want to keep it that way.

steady before it starts

 Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.

My clothes together, clocks tic strong.  

Put off a trip to Planktown.

We’ve California on our mind.

A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.

And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.

I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.

And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.

We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.

We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.

Been on our minds before it starts.

The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.

The love parade

Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay

 a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park

The Sierra Nevadas,

deep shining stars,

you know, CA, we never did part.

Rain again

 this can’t be denied. 

glistening globes

hang as drops on the branches.

splatter thickly on the front window.

one squirrel searches in the front yard 

Impervious to the rain.

no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.

the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.

reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.

planning clothes and whatnot for California.

summer is on the cusp;

how can you tell?

lookin’ ahead

figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks

in California. home and now-state of my daughter.

and her husband and their daughter;

my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.

of us, because we were thick together.

the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.

i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air

and Mexican food.

we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.

but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,

and our boats and the various points 

we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.

dots on the windows

spots of light 

clear as glass.

dotting the window panes.

it’s summer rains  again.

like before.

we’ve got some more.

another down pour.

warm rain again.

rabbits and robins

are most happpy fellas

can play in the rain

no need of umbrellas.

The big parade

 Everyone heard about it there is no denying.

Two blocks long when laid out.

From here to there.

Fifty-some degrees; feels colder. Some wind.

Old people are half the regulars. 

a crowd of all forms.

extremes, sizes,

ages, colors,

country’s.

Changing season

 You get so much before other times develop.

Great golden yellow greets us this morning.

Saw two standout scarlet cardinals first thing.

The rest of the yard is overly still.

One small cute squirrel then a guy and his dog walked by.

Dark grey clouds behind brightly sunlit trees.

The yard, bush and tree green has certainly developed.

The tree buds have become leaves.

Mark it down: trees went from bald sticks

to the wonder of leafed out, colorful springtime.

Even slow branches with few leaves 

have filled with water and turned a healthy dark brown.