Solitude

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

Commanding The Trees

an insistent knocking
a tiny flash of red
glint in the woodpecker’s eye

Hello

perched upon
the snow curl
from the eves
downy’s daily visit

Passing By

speed is the reply
to the call
of the wild

Play On

woodpecker’s
sheet music
composition of seasons

Resonance

in the echo
your song
is sung anew

Dream Land

in the terrain of dreams
every worm and woodpecker hole
is a passageway to the realm beyond

Dizzy

upside down
spinning round and round
the downey has his fill

Downy in the Garden

a pause
from the pecking
resting on the rail

Knock, knock

knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size

 

Victual

big appetite for life
his hunger is for spring

Resounds

cloisonnéd crabapple trunk
each hole a house
for woodpecker sounds

A Little Spot of Red

a grey fogged dawn
the lone pileated
seeks a kindred

Pileated

the woodpecker reaches out
for the most succulent frozen crabapple
on the tree

Woodland Haiku

The woodpecker leaves
his poetry on birch bark.

Pileated

Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.

Retreat

Awaken when the woodpecker knocks.
Birdsong accompanies the noontime meal.
Eagle’s cries announce the surrender of day to dusk.

Graffitti

Each morning the woodpecker tattoos his message
into the trunk of the crabapple tree
Make yourself known.