Wildlife flirts
blossoms sing
air vibrates
sun and rain
Birds and bees
buzz in harmony
but a single note
thrills my senses
Canada Geese
squabble and waddle
while Mallard Mom
herds young into reeds
A splash signals
presence of beaver,
but my ear is fixated
eyes scanning green
For a glimpse
of brilliant orange
capped with black –
Baltimore Oriole
(Image my own)
A landmark in my life, the river follows
ages, and eras: seasons measured by her flow
She acknowledges changes, bears the winter
regally, swells with confidence as Spring rains
Will walk beside me in sunnier times, and
hold my secrets as Autumn catches us in her flames
She holds my heart, my faith, always knows
and at the end of the day, oh how she glows.
(Originally posted on One Woman’s Quest II, March 2019. Image my own)
Cheer growth –
beneath a heavy cloud cover
Canada goose passes
overhead, while I
wander
Wander –
behind a veil of rainy grey
lens poised to capture life –
swallows swoop and
rise up
Rise up –
over rushing waters, branch high,
blackbirds huddle, demand
my attention –
focus
Focus –
reveals newness: buds breaking through,
colours promising that
chilly winds disperse,
cheer growth
Cheer growth –
behind a veil of rainy grey
blackbirds huddle, demand
chilly winds disperse –
cheer growth.
(Cheer for Spring first appeared here April 2019, and is a Garland cinquain. Image my own)
Absent solar motivation
I contemplate grey
for grey’s sake…
How despite the dullness
grey does offer a valid backdrop
for white’s delicate presence
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
There are mouse bits
splayed across the sunroom
stuck to my favourite throw rug
and great globs of glue
The trap my husband set
to catch the recent invasion
apparently lured the hunter
for she, stiff legged and
face matted, is skulking
elsewhere
I stepped on a gluey bit
eyes not yet open
before noting
the disarray
Hard to concentrate
when a tail detached
from a thigh (foot intact)
lie stuck to one’s rug
and entrails drip down
the freshly painted
off-white wall.
Moody, these December skies
brooding chill interrupted
by sun’s sudden emergence
To hibernate, or brace
the wind; stiffen protectively
or inhale invigoration
Caution guides my steps
intimate with wintry passages
acknowledging that I am December…
(Image my own)
Insects dance
at river’s edge
I am tempted
to run away
but heron’s calm –
a presence I depend on –
invites me to stay
Within the frenetic buzz
he and I find stillness
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
The Great Blue heron declares me an annoyance
to which the Blue Jays rasp accordance –
I know I am akin to predator
but I come here with need
to this bug-infested
weed-ridden
riverbed
To be
Torn
as I am
by an undefinable
rustle, an inner bleed
that craves patterns, or signs
naturally occurring rhythms to define
my place within this current worldly disorder
(Image my own)
August eyes are brown
winking in yellow bonnets –
flirtatious Susans.
(Image my own. Summer Susans first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, August, 2019)
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