Blue heron inhabits
this world and the other.
Jamboree
friends of the flock
fly in from afar
determined to attend
the winter wingding
Winter’s Approach
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness
Remains
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
The Bird Box
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
I said
slow down a little, enjoy the scenery.
The marsh is marvelous this time of year.
But he paddled furiously on
determined to miss every enjoyment in his path.
Summer Snow
Water lilies adorn the pond
Summer’s snowflakes
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.
Reading Signs
Pampas grass flags
document the speed and direction of the wind.
Frozen Memory
I dreamed of the marsh in winter
and saw tawny wheat growing in sand as soft as a cloud.