A nest awaits
the feathered promise
of new beginnings.
Birch Bird Box
with a snow cap hat
waits out winter wishing
for a feathered nest.
Winter’s Hatch
From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.
Pileated
Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.
The Other Side
Turkeys hurry
to get to the far side
of Thanksgiving.
Vantage Point
In a world of green
take a green seat
and wait for the V’s of geese
to pull autumn into view.
Foreshadow
A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.
Big Rock
Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.
Snowed In
Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.
Steel Goat
Glimmering in the sun.
Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.
First Flight
From the nest to the branch was a short hop,
more courage will be needed
to fully venture into the world.
Blue Berries
Like the birds and bears
we indulge in the sun warmed burst of sweet tartness on the tongue.
Unlike them we hoard for pies and buckles and jam.
Wood Star
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.
Baby Bird
Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.
Two Note Symphony
I admire the bird
who sings a two note song
as if it were a symphony.
