Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.
Spider’s Parachute
Some paratrooping spider left his parachute behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.
Baby Bird
Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.
Forest Frog
Not even your magnificent camouflage
can obscure your vibrant alive-ness.
Heaven Hovers
The red throated hummingbird
sips from the baby foxglove;
drinking in divinity.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
Two Note Symphony
I admire the bird
who sings a two note song
as if it were a symphony.
