In the middle of the pinkest bush
a single wine-red rose reflects the sun
something Van Gogh or Monet
would’ve thought to paint especially
with a final spurt of color as a bluebird streaks by.
About Michael Estabrook:
Retired now, writing more poems and working more
outside. Just noticed 2 Cooper’s hawks staked out
in our yard, or above it I should say,
which explains the disappearing chipmunks.