melodrama in the morning

June dawn

you leave without a kiss
and the morning sky blushes
at the slight-
as the spiteful south wind whispers
‘he’s left
he’s gone’
but not a word from the mourning doves
hushed by the evergreen cedars
the mournful song
as too imperfect
for the circumstance

*** A bit of drama in the early morning as a husband rushes off to work and a wife is left filling bird feeders in the backyard. Such drama, such heartbreak …. smiles K

Twelve Days of Christmas …Ozarks Style

Christmas at the Black HorseOn the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me…

Twelve lads a hunting

Eleven grannies quilting

Ten mandolins strumming

Nine fiddlers fiddling

Eight rivers running

Seven catfish swimming

Six hound dogs baying

Five black walnut trees

Four hoot owls callin’

Three white tail deer

Two snapping turtles


A possum in a persimmon tree

fall persimmons