a flit of red
cardinal considering
nesting options
Brookside
Below The Beaver Dam
even the stillness
stops
to catch up to itself
Dispersing
heron on the wing
an echo of the morning mist
rising and disappearing
The Day Starts With Conversation
crows
in the field
morning corn klatch
Cautious Exploration
is it safe?
let me look further
then I’ll give you a high sign
Morning Rounds
senses cocked
in stillness
until the pounce
Trudging
knee deep snow
slows but does not halt
the search for a roost
All On One Fine Day
cardinal in the tree top
a hawk gliding home
the eagle riding thermals
Fishing
watching the heron
a lesson
in patience
Delphinium With Hummingbird
a shared translucence
in petal and wing
delicate, determined things
Contemplation On The Branch
in dappled shade
beneath the whisp-ing clouds
hawkish thoughts
Swim Lessons
six parent-teachers
nineteen students
countless ripples
A Sly Shyness
the morning’s exploration
a concentration
of stealth
How To Receive
look out
upon the horizon
without expectations
Still Connected
defining opposition
in relation
to each other
First Course
ginko’s fallen leaves
salted with snow
fine dining for deer
Berry Beautiful
autumn sets her table
for woodland creatures
with delicious decorations
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