Cat Naps

The summer breeze wisps upwards through

bending branches, summer-dried leaves flicked

afloat, flitting their way down to the ground.

We stretch out on a sun-warmed blanket

in the backyard—cat naps—and when

rolling over to kiss, the leaves crinkle under my elbow.

The sunbeams aglow on our faces,

eyelids half-closed, sleepy blinks, the hum of

a summer day—a sweet serenade.

My Only Love

A chickadee, perched upon

a flowering bough,

peeps and flitters, sunning her wings.

Head held high, songs lilt, and

wings flutter.  She takes flight.

In the thin-blue twilight of

the sky, we join together.