Winter In The Wings

sunlight makes a show
of dancing
across the marsh

Quiet Roar Of The Eastern Tiger

she carries
pollen on her back
and creation on her wings

Four Of The Eight Spots

the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets

More Precious For The Wear


even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains

Of Intricate Design


cloisonne’d wings
on an
all green being

Sound Seen


the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion

Beneath the Eagle’s Wings


quiet spoke
look up, look up
and I was carried into flight

Journey


remembering it all
spring summer fall
raven heads into winter

The Day is Full of Gifts


take
a moment
in the sun

Morning Joy

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wings wide
the day embraced
one with everything