on gray days
being in community
creates its own kind of sunlight
Secrets Of The Feathered Fellowship
Yellow Before Orange
dreaming of wings
even
before the cocoon
Unity
sharing a fundamental intimacy
the butterfly and marigold
depend upon each other
Could It Be
the details
on the butterfly’s wing
cast light instead of shadows
A Sort Of Snow Flower
seed wings
as snow flakes
goldenrod in a flurry
Heavy Rain Finds Her Wings
when the slush
begins to float
autumn’s door is closing
Seen With A Sigh Of Awe
petals and wings
are ephemeral things
pulling on our heart strings
Flock Of Trillium
in they flew
on angel wings
or so it seems
Mourning Cloak
you
of brown velvet
supine in sunshine
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
Sure Sign
robin’s red breasts
against a bright blue sky
spring arrives on wings
Soaring
to see
the wild and free
is release
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
Wings
the hope
of flight
not without effort
Mining
mother load
wing-ed ones
gold rush
Ascent
each
stroke of air
pulls the horizon closer
Resting Dragonfly
life’s toll
taken
on tatter wings
Sound Seen
the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion
Social Call
dropping in
to share
the garden’s news
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
Departure
on red leaf wings
summer days
fly away
The Day is Full of Gifts
take
a moment
in the sun
Soar
held aloft
by nothing but
deep belief in freedom
Morning Joy
wings wide
the day embraced
one with everything
Be As You Are
succor at the source
given and given
we are entwined by need
Lady Slipper
much ado
about the lady’s shoe
petal wings give feet flight