Wednesday, March 15, 2017

A Slap in the Face

Two feet of snow
and cold
after meteorological spring
alluringly
warmed the dark garden
stirred the striped chipmunks
sun-tinted the goldfinches
browned the rabbits' winter coats
leaving the hawk
huddled on a pine branch
and doves numbed
below the feeder





Tuesday, October 18, 2016

It's in the Air

The air has been stirred
and shaken:
in tepid, chilled, sun-spun confusion.
Leaves stagger from their branch tips,
dance,
and skitter across the lawn.
Sprinting uphill, turkeys slant
through a mushroom metropolis
built in a day beneath the trees.
The restless fowl nestle into
their evergreen roosts
and bark the hours
to one another
from the dark of this
wind-warmed night.

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.