Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Male mallardonce procuringoffspring, abandons Female, charged with carebecomes a target, oftenkilled by next mate I contemplate the orphansthe cruelty rendered what purpose struggle serves. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
This woman you think you seeface hidden behind lensshe is but an illusion Flesh camouflaging spirit –her soul, wingedsoars beside you. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: illusion; and Bird Weekly challenge: seagulls.)
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.)
Blackbirds utter gloom speak in murmurations grey blots out sunlight blurs definition – pencil contemplates early nightfall. (Tanka and sketch by yours truly)
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.)
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.)
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.)