I look out the window at the yard
Which lounges under the shade of giant plane trees
Their summer foliage
Spreads languidly across the vast expanse of concrete
Providing cover for countless hours during the hot summer.
It is a haven for the myriad of birds who populate my world.
The beautiful warbling magpies,
The very serious black crows
Who scavenge in garbage bins
For the tiniest of morsels,
To the pesky minor birds who flock in seeming millions.
Occasionally an owl appears, camouflaged against the bark
sometimes the kookaburra laughs its welcome.
His welcoming song amongst the cacophony
Of the avian choir who sing
Side by side in the vastness of these trees.
Come winter they take on the appearance of skeletons
Stark against the winter winds
Their leaves deposited at their trunks
To be blown by the wind.
Each morning a flurry of blowers
Men with rakes, working non-stop
The dropped foliage masses in knee deep oceans
Into which small children often disappear.
They are so magnificent
I love the sight of them
Their rich green foliage
Like protective arms
So very cool to be beneath.