Bird bath

Today I saw a robin sitting—so still—in a fountain
in the front yard of a house along my walk. 
I paused to see if the robin was real. (It was). 
As I watched, the robin dipped its head
in the cool, flowing water, 
flapping its wings, and shaking its whole body. 
Then again. And again. And again.
Even robins enjoy the rush of cleansing water, 
the refreshing invigoration of a bath.  

Sunset

The most perfect sky: 
deep blue fades
into sky blue, which fades
into pale yellow. 
Crisp bands of color melt
seamlessly into one another. 
The trees are silhouettes
standing tall and proud, 
observing the end of another day.