The Woodpecker

plumpness
as preparation
for winter

What’s In A Name?

call me
by my real name
groused the pheasant

Field Colleague

we share a moment
then take off
to our work

Morningside

residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day

Hummingbird’s Hallelujah

praise
for the nectar
sweet people make

House Wren On The Garden Rail

where to stay?
when all the world
is home

The Thrum Of Thirst

sipping sweetness
from the false foxglove
mocktails in the afternoon

Repose

motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven

#zeninthegarden
#leafandtwig
#repose

Style

dapper in herringbone vest
‘ready to wear’
the couture of birds

The Watcher

seer
of all things
unmasking mysteries

Bluebird So Soft

bright eyed
in a blue sky
hope personified

The Goldfinch

first visit
to the feeder
bright as a daffodil

Red Tail Hawk

your signature
high in a tree
declaring “me”

Soaring

to see
the wild and free
is release

Hawk

all the small creatures know
the curve
of the predators beak

Chickadee

a passerine
pausing
while passing by

 

Directions Home

at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods

Solitude

I gave
my heart to nature
now I am never alone

Swoop

into flight
the darting and diving
of feathered days

On The Last Day Of The Year

looking into
the setting sun
farewell to the past