Should The Feeder Be Empty

beneath it
there is
plenty

Little Bird

perched on the tree
gleeful
with seed

Abandoned Work

half way through
and then a change
of heart or plans

The Council

convening
at the birdbath
migration is debated

The Woodpecker

plumpness
as preparation
for winter

Snake In The Grass

camouflaged yet
they always
reveal themselves

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

Two Birds

the expanse of the sky
was unfathomable
so they flew together

Fall Preparations

room in the cheeks
room in the stash house
work to be done

Dreamland

our misty world was soft
and we were free
together

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

What’s That?

they were young
and curious
about the world

Repose

motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven

#zeninthegarden
#leafandtwig
#repose

Rendezvous

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

Duty

the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day

All Wet

the mallard and heron
embrace water
from above and below