bee insists
something to tell…
on this postcard

brilliant yellow
across the valley…
size no matter

by lake
goes silent…
cow bells

morn’ opens
multitude of birds…
to each it’s own song

griffin soars
above the snow…
our spirits as well

cow bell rings
in whisper of the wind…
no contradiction

slow move
across road so narrow…
cow take a leak

bright spot
in this heat and dust…
jacaranda blooms