our misty world was soft
and we were free

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


motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven



every year they meet
at the base of the tree
their love renewed each spring


the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day

Bluebird So Soft

bright eyed
in a blue sky
hope personified

Mourning Doves In The Afternoon

it’s much too soon
to start a nest dear
it always snows in April

Midnight Snack

dawn light reveals
the wandering path
of a nocturnal browse


I gave
my heart to nature
now I am never alone

Redhead In The Rhythm Section

a fixed concentration
on the syncopation
of sustenance seeking