Vicki Vogt

On the porch
Eating fresh bagels,
strawberries

Wind excites my nose
With whiffs
of cinnamon, cedar wood

butterflies sink
then soar over
begonias

squirrels wrestle
on the wooden fence,
rush down and drink
from the pool

crickets play music
confusing the dawn
for dusk

a paperback
rests open, unread,
on the table.