Junco sirens pierce
thick sodden air.
Tapered shoots spring from damp soil,
forest green and scarlet streaked.
Dewy libation for wandering ants puddles
on blowsy coral blossoms, peony sweet.
Heavy, wet heads bow to the schnauzers
lazily loping along the path.
The flesh of the lonely parsley skeleton,
tucked in its terra cotta coffin,
fills the ebony jade-striped
caterpillars, fat and moist.
Blood red petal and ice orb carpet spreads
underfoot. Jagged limb akimbo, crushed
thatch and lumber below. Demeter’s pleasure,all told, as fearsome as her grief.