I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Phantom Limb
Far Away And High
insistently
you knock
drawing my eye
Systematic Work
the knocking
still echos
from the ground
The Hungry Season
winter stores diminished
the land still hibernates
suet is a kind of grace
Considering The Placement
thoughtfulness is required
in locating
the perfect spot
The Woodpecker
plumpness
as preparation
for winter
Solitude
I gave
my heart to nature
now I am never alone
Redhead In The Rhythm Section
a fixed concentration
on the syncopation
of sustenance seeking
Commanding The Trees
an insistent knocking
a tiny flash of red
glint in the woodpecker’s eye
Hello
perched upon
the snow curl
from the eves
downy’s daily visit
Passing By
speed is the reply
to the call
of the wild
Play On
woodpecker’s
sheet music
composition of seasons
Resonance
in the echo
your song
is sung anew
Dream Land
in the terrain of dreams
every worm and woodpecker hole
is a passageway to the realm beyond
Dizzy
upside down
spinning round and round
the downey has his fill
Downy in the Garden
a pause
from the pecking
resting on the rail
Knock, knock
knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size
Victual
big appetite for life
his hunger is for spring
Resounds
cloisonnéd crabapple trunk
each hole a house
for woodpecker sounds
A Little Spot of Red
a grey fogged dawn
the lone pileated
seeks a kindred
Pileated
the woodpecker reaches out
for the most succulent frozen crabapple
on the tree
Woodland Haiku
The woodpecker leaves
his poetry on birch bark.
Pileated
Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.
Retreat
Awaken when the woodpecker knocks.
Birdsong accompanies the noontime meal.
Eagle’s cries announce the surrender of day to dusk.
Graffitti
Each morning the woodpecker tattoos his message
into the trunk of the crabapple tree
Make yourself known.
