i keep being surprised
waking early
the sound of many coyotes, the pups
all hollering for what sounds like joy
or fun
or cussedness
 this nest is actually not,
instead it's
hibiscus rootbound
and finally freed
 around the garden i find
violets, violas, pansies
faces contented with their variety
 bee balm.
and i napped today on the porch
 until i was disturbed by a
male ruby throated hummingbird
 in his great excitement
 whatever was going on
 for she, too, was flying about
 he got into the screen porch 
bold enough until i
in my human wisdom
tried to help
 and then i was obliged
to go upstairs to find
the insect net
which was luckily
 and brought his frenzy to a close
 and released him to find 
this spruce
 where generations of hummers have hung out
and probably raised chicks
nests which
 i have never seen


 in this bleak 
weird winter
 vision shifts
 i search for red
my foil for sadness
what or who
has collected
 in anticipation of
slim pickings
a touch of blue and red
 the road seems to wait for winter
which is playing games 
for sure
 vision shifts
  wild vine
still has a few 
just blue