Thursday, April 14, 2016

misplaced

with my camera
i caught you
camouflaged wonder
when you erred and docked
on deep red oak leaves

unexpectedly observed
your antennae and kneecaps blushed
your ovoid eyes reddened
your ridged back sunburned slightly
to match your flushed toes

i caught you
wondering at my camera
should you dodge or freeze
framed for one shot
and, unabashed, two

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

First Deer

cautiously peering, grazing,
freezing, unsure spring's
finery will linger long

a.m.

6:09

peering into the dark
I am confident
that the sun will rise
as predicted


the
shadowy
               shapes
                   of
               trees
         writhe
            in
         the
              wind


the cloud banks pink luminous even before

6:09

but when the night
had no wizards
to make comforting
pronouncements

how

long

the

dark

before

6:09

Monday, April 11, 2016

twilight

slowly the mourning dove strolls
gleaner of early-birds' seed showers

spring whispers the sun to sleep
beneath the soft cover of clouds

Starless

How slowly the clouded
night passes without the
march of constellations
to mark the time.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Great Blue Heron

Master of Stealth among the reeds,
Fish Snatcher, Frog Catcher,
neck looped tight to spring,
yet
frightened to flight
you labor to gulp air under your wings,
struggling to glide overhead while
trailing those comic-book,
stick-drawn legs.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Walls

Softened by lichen and moss
moistened by morning dew
deep into the dark earth
the stones creep.

Snaking along the margins
of skeleton grey farms
the stones rise again
resurrected by heaving frosts.