It's Still Life

Spring Bites

We’ve descended into penguin weather again.
We were lead into green bell-weather days,
where we did a bit of gardening. A few

bags of mulch are leaning against the fence,
took a break from the digging with a tray

of drinks on the terrace yesterday — we
ate chuffins and bread, had a cheese board
before dinner, and watched the orange sun

hover citrus over the hills. But today,
it’s wooly-hat brisk and howling, and

we’re huddled together like a mouse
and its mousey mate in our warm little
house — waiting for those penguins
to strut on by. The penguins reign.

written for Sunday Whirl #291