wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
The Marsh Awakens
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
Darkness Receding
birds stirring
amongst the reeds
the marsh awakens
Your Name Is Your Badge
a single red feather
atop your tail
announces who you are
Color Lifts Us Up
long grey day
and then a saving
flash of blue
One Of Those Two In Love
Mrs. Mourning Dove
assumes her post
awaiting his return
Sunflower Seed
If I had
a light
I’d smoke it
You
everyone’s looking around
I’m looking
right at you
Keeping Watch
turned towards
the north and south
eyes keen for change
Deep Listening
everything in the world speaks
the air, the stone, the leaf
it is we who must become fluent
Following Instructions
mother said
stay off the road
hide if trouble comes
Be Where Your Feet Are
the here
of now
contains everything
Self Conscious
left
is my best
side
Perspicacity
beneath waterlily clouds
the heron contemplates
elusive perceptions
Considering The Placement
thoughtfulness is required
in locating
the perfect spot
Keeping Watch
at summer’s threshold
a redwing
stands sentry
Confirmation
joy flew in
and stayed for a moment
proving it was possible
Quench
drink deeply
from the marvels and mysteries
of ordinary days