It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –
the ability to perch up high,
balanced no matter the weather,
unaffected by the drama below –
I shall never know such calm,
being afraid of heights.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)
It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –
the ability to perch up high,
balanced no matter the weather,
unaffected by the drama below –
I shall never know such calm,
being afraid of heights.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)
A rustle, a song
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my heart thrills
black cap
and grey back
he branch hops
delightful antics
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my camera snaps.
(Granny Shot It is hosting a Bird Of The Day challenge, so I’ve decided to hop on Fridays.)
Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking
clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow
and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.
Fierce and majestic,
the bald eagles scour
the river, while I,
in awe stand witness.
Last year,
it was a mated pair
whose white crowns
commanded audience
Now, the offspring,
perches princely
claims this tract
and my allegiance
Feathered grandeur
and piercing eyes
a royal presence
somehow coherent.
(Inspired by the promptings of Ragtag Community: prince, and Fandango’s: coherent. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s: BOTD. Â The image is from personal collection and available through Society6.)
Sunshine breezes in
golden wings deposit joy –
ripples renewal.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: Â wind/ ripple. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)