Backyard in the Northern Summer
The backyard’s long remained untouched,
Except by cats, raccoons,
Whose paths are marked by grasses bent
Beneath, beside the trees.
Beneath, beside the trees.
The many shades of green ascend
Towards a sky of blue.
The sun is almost overhead
And bathes us with its brilliance.
In tropic climes, the summers could
Be times of misery.
In northern lands, we welcome them
For the blessings summers bring—
Relief from winter's cold and dark,
Relief from snow and rain—
A chance to see the sunshine and
To feel its warmth again.
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And there, within the dappled shade
Where weeds and grasses grow,
The breeze is moving shadows, leaves
Amidst the green and coolth.
Little beings shelter there,
Living out their lives.
And some are roused, and others sleep,
As sun traverses sky.
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A life of work and hurried haste,
Of rarely seeing the sky,
And now—this languor in the sun
In a backyard, wild, untended—
Where hummingbirds at times are seen
And squirrels, jays compete,
And one can savor bits of peace,
While aged and in defeat.
2024 July 15th, Tue.
Berkeley, California
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These backyard photos were taken on 2024 Aug 6, about 3 weeks after the writing of the text. In between, the grass had been cut and the bigger wild plants pulled out. So the backyard had finally received some tending. I had also been washing, drying and sunning bed clothes in preparation for visitors.
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