my backyard is honey
and a bumblebee sweeper
broccoli wood, memory of a previous year

chilled wet grass
almost Eden

it’s spring, a celebration
that will pass too fast

©2007, Margaret James

an open window wearing winter’s dirt,
a hummingbird’s high pitch whir,
gray clouds march in from the west

what are we fighting for today?

I can’t see you or the bird, God,
but I recognize the sounds of last summer
when we all wrestled for the last fuchsia

now, the flowers are fresh and plentiful
time to wash windows, strip off winter’s forgetfulness,
come to terms and to some kind of truce

©2007, Margaret James

Margaret James is a poet, part time student, full time mother and executive recruiter living in Eugene, Oregon. Her work is included in the anthology Portals, she is a regular contributor to The Elegant Thorn Review, and her poetry has also appeared in Subjective Substance and Triplopia. You can read more of her poetry at her Zaadz blog.

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