your house and garden
said the look
is on my land
The Explorers
emerging from their rock wall den
into the bright morning light
and hunting lessons
Flying South
before
the formation
is found
One
sunlight shines through you
your body wears the tilt of the reeds
what you see you become
Mystique
animating stillness
personifying patience
seer, seeker, soothsayer
Undecided
heron on the lawn
elusive guest
unsure of hospitality
Talisman
heron in the morning light
blesses the unfolding future
Together
keep an eye on the road
and a head in the weeds
and bring all your quills home
Underworld
bottoms up
five dive
down
Here
know thyself
and love thyself
and everywhere is home
One of a Scurry
chin scratch
bare patch
April molt
Black Capped
songbird on
the seed bell
dee dee dee
chickadee
Convocation
a murder in the birch
the only victim time
Clean
the flock bathes
in clear waters and pools of sunlight
splash splash community bath
Present
here now
heron holds tight
to the present moment
Balance
on one leg or two
mallards balance
on a river log
The Kingdom
the heron presides
over his kingdom’s
changing colors
Preen
pretty is
as
pretty does
Glide
in a silent world
where the self is heard
motion is effortless
New
too new to the world
to know fear
the fawn questions
with eyes of innocence
Run
an unknown is spotted
the white tail flashes
then the blur of disappearing
The Boys
together
they navigate
winter’s slow ending
Acceptance
calm can be found
even inside the storm
Eagle’s Perch
an open marsh
the solitary dead pine
this is where the eagle prays
Pileated
Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.
The Bird Box
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
Foreshadow
A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.
Assembly
In the Northeast Kingdom
monarchs flock to the butterfly bush
before their pilgrimage south to sunny Mexico.
Knowing
This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.
The Tao of Trees
In his stillness
the squirrel seeks
to become one with the tree.
