In the middle of the night,
I hear distantly
A roaring motorcycle
And trucks on the freeway.
Near dawn, I wake again.
The freeway is humming
With many more vehicles.
Then a bird nearby
And squirrels run gaily
Across the roof.
And nothing can compare
To the morning air –
Not any other wonderful thing.
Squirrels dancing in the trees,
Sunlight tickling my knees —
Spring is coming.
[In Mountain View, the city has planted
magnolia trees along many streets. This
was written after a morning walk.]
On Magnolia Street in Mountain View
My nose was tickl’d by morning dew.
I kicked the seed pods as I passed,
Though squirrels found them great repast.
The pods had ruin’d my mow’r twice,
Left on the lawn against advice.
So if you walk in Mountain View
Please stop and do pick up a few.