early morning and already the sky serene arc of rich blue no cloud, and the sun climbing the chaffinches patrol the beds, the woodpecker fidgets and the red squirrel doesn't mind my sheets another day of warring with my weeds - I hear cars pass out front heading into town: town and gown: been there, done that: today I have nowhere to go and no-one to meet except the green and lush of my front garden and my white hatnext poem