ground bound
my spirit soars
in tandem with their flight
Party Line
intermingling conversations
back to the old days
of sharing the line
Location, Location, Location
birds too admire
a dooryard full
of flowers
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
From Above
reprieved from freezing
a sun warmed soup
of autumn’s leaves
Invisible Work
birds and seeds
plot the creation
of spring
Across The River
on the quiet side of the house
the only voices
are the meadow birds
Darkness Receding
birds stirring
amongst the reeds
the marsh awakens
En Mass
they flew
into the sunset
shepherding light
The Feast Tree
birds of every variation
come, come
and feast in the sun
Keeping Watch
turned towards
the north and south
eyes keen for change