Welcome Visitor
Mercy bore wingsgraced my doorstepher cheery song nectarfor a weary heart –initiative all hers. (Image mine)
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Lockdown Tanka
A grackle shimmers sun highlighting blue – my mood queer melancholy – absent knocks, talks, minutiae remains discomforting din. (Photo mine)
Read MorePast 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)
Read MoreDefined in Pencil
Blackbirds utter gloom speak in murmurations grey blots out sunlight blurs definition – pencil contemplates early nightfall. (Tanka and sketch by yours truly)
Read MoreLaughing 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.)
Read MoreBrown 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. […]
Read MoreBald 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.)
Read MoreSpotted Sandpiper
A succession of tweets draws me to riverbed where tiny legs scurry across exposed rocks. Foraging amongst soggy offerings, the Spotted Sandpiper exudes confidence. It is female who choses breeding ground, prepared to defend her clan, appoints her mates to mind the young – she is polyamorous, hormone driven – a force. (For Granny Shot […]
Read MoreVultures Come
Vultures come sharpen talons and beaks tear at necrotic flesh pick this carcass clean I need a committee to rid me of parasitic past trauma’s cadaver weighing me down. (Linking up to Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. A macabre bird and poem to fit the season. Image from personal collection)
Read MoreMallard
In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)
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