In The Enormous Woods There Perches A Tiny Soul

feathered emerald
the size
of a birch leaf

Author, Author

the forest writes
her under-story with
a fern-pod feather plume

Life Asks Of Us

tattered feather
more precious now
for all it has given

Summer Home Solstice

in the kindness
of June’s gentle sun
babies feather and iris bloom


The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.