Spring Day: a primary source (5/28/20)

A spotted fox snake
slips smooth from damp cool into
morning warmth. I watch.

Gentle rain, mid-day,
birdsong loud in clear, washed air.
(What is it they sing?)

Rabbits taste their fill,
licking drops from blades of grass,
ears tall, turned to me.

Sunset fire, old oak,
runnelled bark glowing orange-red
--a fine ambered scotch.

Nightfall, moon is low,
softened wind in trees beyond
whispers, all alone.