Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Gray

wind runs whitecaps across the pond
rain splashes rapids into gullies

but on the lee side of the feeder
the yellow sun of one goldfinch

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Learning to Sit

Cool granite bench with celadon lichen
gently rocks under me.

Sun-warmed Spring Azure
rubs his lower wings rhythmically.

Mated pair of geese drown out
a camera club and the waterfall
. . . briefly.


Woodpeckers' aligned holes
for a giant's flute
slant along a hollow tree.

Only quiet enough to frighten wildlife,
not to see them
but to hear them
slide or splash into the water,
scream and dive under leaf litter 
suddenly.

Wood frogs sound like ducks
(pleased with my knowledge)
but today they are

ducks
not wood frogs
(easy to fool me).

So when I return home
from sitting
I will look up the Spring Blooming Arbutus
to see

if it is.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Chase

driving for hours
we watched for
flowers
signs of spring
wildlife

while we were gone
a lone grouse
grazed our
cast off seeds
and left


Sunday, April 20, 2014

Roadside

boxes for wood ducks
tilt over still water
reflecting a cell tower tree

platforms for osprey
top poles in silhouette against
massive white power plant scrubbers

stewards of the earth vie
with engineers of change
seeking balance in an unnaturalized world

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Another Lifetime

If I were dust on the wind,
I would travel far and wide,
nestle amid the sands of time,
whisper magical words in rhyme
to all who struggle against the tide,
teach their dreams and wishes to fly
free as dust on the wind.

Friday, April 18, 2014

It's Not Spring Until Easter

their cold buds clenched
in tiny yellow fists
daffodils
and marsh marigolds
refuse to bloom
too soon

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Speeding By Stillness

huddled in curled leaves
gentle brown ground bird
one dark eye staring