This woman you think you see
face hidden behind lens
she is but an illusion
Flesh camouflaging spirit –
her soul, winged
soars beside you.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: illusion; and Bird Weekly challenge: seagulls.)
Dear Seagull
Category: birds
Past Prime
Celebrity bores
I crave sapid exchange – bird
song, sweet and tender
I am past prime – gigs dried up
but nature provides plenty.
(Image mine)
Clarion
Formation of swans
blaring advance, lift my lens
spectacle captured
ennui momentarily
broken – contemplate message.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This time, it’s a tanka. Image my own.)
Defined in Pencil
Blackbirds utter gloom
speak in murmurations
grey blots out sunlight
blurs definition – pencil
contemplates early nightfall.
(Tanka and sketch by yours truly)
Laughing Gull
Craving compassion
I seek the wisdom
of the river –
Her glimmering waters
reflect sun’s warmth
I am at once calmed
and uplifted –
seagull raises his wings
emits an ungodly chuckle.
(Image, my own, is not actually a Laughing Gull, but the title fits.)
Glorious Morning
Cardinal sings me awake
promises a verdant day
viburnum scented breezes
and the sun’s warming light.
(Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection. Linking this up with my weekly challenge, which is morning. Also linking up with Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: song.)
In Nature, I Trust
A murder of crows
observes my passage,
anchors my presence
In nature, I trust –
all else is noise.
(Visit me on Twitter for more poetry snippets. @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Glorious
How a single ray of light
slips through a thicket
setting a leafy row ablaze,
How the kingfisher’s trill
echoes off the silken waters,
How our love remains despite
the ills that pursue us –
Glorious mystery.
(Image from personal collection.)
Brown Creeper
Full sun,
river dons an icy blue,
white banks blind,
light hits water –
bedazzled burst –
I seek an angle.
Banditry of chickadees
noisily arrives
dance their joyous jig –
too slow my lens
Movement on a bare bark
draws my focus,
a brown creeper –
I am lucky this time
delightful noonday capture.
Bald Eagle
Intense, your presence,
fierceness of talons, bulk of
feathered might – humble
my soul’s rejoicing, grateful
to share this brief encounter.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)
