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

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
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


remembering it all
spring summer fall
raven heads into winter

The Day is Full of Gifts

a moment
in the sun