freedom on the wing
liberty perched
high in the pine
Spotted
Winged Reverence
the cardinal bows
his head in prayer
blessing the bowl
and the water it holds
We Call It Into Being
like the crow
I’ve taken to shouting
spring, spring, spring
Trudging
knee deep snow
slows but does not halt
the search for a roost
When The world Is Gray
summon the bravery
to sing
your song
The Sun And The Moon
before the moon
was done
the sun had begun
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thin line of a bird
flying in the space
where night meets day
How To Receive
look out
upon the horizon
without expectations
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
Finch In Sunglasses
the demanding August sun
requires even the birds
to don shades
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
My Feathered Sunshine
a one note song
and moments visit
banishes my grey cloud
A Heart Can Hold Everything
shadow bird
perched inside
the lily’s heart
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
Flight Of The Baby Snapping Turtle
a bird plucked you from the ground
then found you undesirable and dropped you down
some million turtle miles from the brook
to which you were returned completely unshook
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
Time Reflected
a faint reflection
the memory of our summers
drifting in the red canoes
On The Edge Of Spring
in the gentle sun
lift your voice
in song
I Am Lifted
silently you rise
taking my spirit
with you
The Overseer
watching
the weather at work
changing the season
Becoming Invisible
holding completely still
the bird’s mantra
I am one of the leaves, I am one of the leaves
Glancing Back
you notice me
eavesdropping on
your song
Blues In Maine
beneath a cerulean sky
the ocean provides
sapphire, slate and stone
On The Cusp Of A New Day
taking in
the morning
reverie in the meadow
Awaiting The Security Of Leaves
the nest
hidden
even when revealed
Your Name Is Your Badge
a single red feather
atop your tail
announces who you are
Bravery
to be
in the world
just as you are
Color Lifts Us Up
long grey day
and then a saving
flash of blue
One Of Those Two In Love
Mrs. Mourning Dove
assumes her post
awaiting his return
Every Voice Raised
the chickadees
are caroling
the echos of rejoicing