Poems
by Diane
Webster
Serenity
The cow chews its cud
while lying in the grass
in front of the bench
overlooking the valley.
A stalk of wild grass
grows through a slat
so the chipmunk
can sit nearby
snacking on seeds.
Queen Bee
Stones cemented into a wall
rounding into a palace
excite bees flying home.
Dreams of a mini honeycombed
serfdom bloom into a castle
of proportions buzzing gossip
throughout the colony.
Long live the queen!
Barging Into Darkness
Sunshine has no problem
barging into darkness
like a gunfighter busting
saloon doors open
to confront a card shark
lurking at the poker table
tucked into a back corner.
As soon as sunshine’s eyes
glare at the high-stakes game
players scatter leaving
only a shadow of a mustache
tucked against floor boards
until time passes for gamblers
to return to creaking chairs
Destruction In Ripples
A clod of mud languishes
on the bottom of the birdbath,
a blade of new-mown grass
floats suspended like a raft
searching for land.
Overnight the grass sinks
and discovers the mud
like a fallen palm tree,
an underwater oasis
until a tsunami of sparrows
surges over the rim.
Into A Heap
In the abandoned house
broken windows smile
in jack o’lantern style;
one side of the porch
fallen to the ground
in boxer-nose angle;
the shell waits
for dehydration,
decomposition,
shrinkage into
a heap of remains.
