At the corner of my mind

I see a scrub jay

Nipping at cat food

In a red plastic bowl

Bright blue bird

Shining iridescent

At the corner of my mind,

I hear an old farm truck

Whining around curves

  On the National Forest Road

Red rusty rig

Clamoring incessant

At the corner of my mind

I smell orange blossoms

Floating amid tree leaves

In the early morning air

Pale perfect petals

Emanating fragrance

At the corner of my mind

 I taste fresh honey

Flowing on beeswax

At a thriving hive

Busy buzzing bees

Sweetening the world