Path paved by weathered stones
green moss and spindly weeds
compete for the favored spots
where rainwater sleuths off the edges

Shucked sunflower seed shells
by the hundreds cover the once
pretty garden stepping-stones
bearing pairs of pink flamingo’s

An empty bird feeder dangles
listlessly above the decorated
rocks turned stepping-stones
empty and home to bug eating spiders

The feeder a stark testament as former feeder of all birds blue or red or black but the woodpecker’s loved the dark sunflower seeds most

Time passes by as long and slow
as a river of sweet molasses
and faster than a tsunami great
while truly not passing at all