autumn sets her table
for woodland creatures
with delicious decorations
Berry Beautiful
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
Rise
crows ascend
from the field feeding
only the hungriest linger
Right Behind Us
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Heron On High
you are an arrow
piercing
the foreboding sky
The Queen’s Heron
across the water
white feathers converse
with white flowers
Concealment
the golden glow of sunlit dill
a perfect camouflage
for feasting finch
The Romantics
they meet each dawn
in the flowering meadow
just to gaze into each other’s eyes
Finch In Sunglasses
the demanding August sun
requires even the birds
to don shades
There You Are
dodging raindrops
amongst the pansies
posing in a frame of leaves
we are friends I believe
Grumpy
harumph hunched the heron
they never make a box
big enough for me
Flown In
a blue feathered
happiness stopped by
looking for the birdhouse in my soul
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
Welcome Wild Neighbors
garden in the woods
a birdbath to feed
hawk and deer
Ruffled And Still
old cattails clearly wind ruffled
but the red-wing’s every feather
remains perfectly in place
Time Reflected
a faint reflection
the memory of our summers
drifting in the red canoes
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Why Not?
I don’t see how
it hurts the birds
to have them share
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
An Artist At Work
each underwater stroke
ripples the surface
new abstractions of reflections
I Am Lifted
silently you rise
taking my spirit
with you
The Overseer
watching
the weather at work
changing the season
Becoming Invisible
holding completely still
the bird’s mantra
I am one of the leaves, I am one of the leaves
Glancing Back
you notice me
eavesdropping on
your song
Being Found
nocturnal friend’s
afternoon visit delivers
a message of hope
Rise
morning opens my eyes
my heart longs to embrace
the soul of this day
Yes
come feed on the garden
now that it is ending
slack your thirst at the birdbath
The Three Of Me
my reflection
myself, my shadow
like yesterday, today, tomorrow
inquisitive finch
what are you
doing here
he wondered
Innocence
the look of wonder
delicate hooves stepping
out of shadow into light