Strong winds have all but stripped
the leaves from the cherry tree.
Like the fledgling pigeon
they have now flown free,
and I am left feeling bereft
like the bare branches of the tree.

Taking a Breather

I thought the bumble-bee, tottering
on the garden table, looked done for
but now it has flown away;
must have been taking a breather.

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