Keeping Watch

turned towards
the north and south
eyes keen for change

The Council

at the birdbath
migration is debated

Two Birds

the expanse of the sky
was unfathomable
so they flew together


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

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist


the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day

Mourning Doves In The Afternoon

it’s much too soon
to start a nest dear
it always snows in April