Thursday, May 31, 2012

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Sampler


Northern flicker’s 
Churk-churk-chirk-churk-churk!
Black headed grosbeak’s 
Whoop-de-whoo-de-do-de-who 
brightly embroidered over warp and woof 
of crickets and breeze-in-pines.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Cameo


She stands sideways at the window
sunlight radiating through the fine
fringe end of her one long braid. 

Monday, May 21, 2012

Crossing Paths With Coyote


Her lope halts in the trail
each of us surprised and peering
I at her dark sided coat
she at my black umbrella.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Stalking a Hidden Singer

Reach for wordlessness
be harmless as a wild thing
open focus, include the rushing stream
the dancing green stalks
top-laden with grass seeds
feel sky above
feel through boot sole to earth beneath
seek the bird, yet seek all, seek nothing
scan the pine with binoculars but stand easy
listen purposefully but loosely
a few steps closer
there is the first glimpse -
a small silhouette 
winging off into the forest
unidentified
taking up again it’s wordless trills.
So much to learn
about oneness and letting go.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Furnishing


The violet green swallow wings away
from the nest box on the utility pole
alarmed, I observe a tatter-edged feather
longer than the residents beak to tail
hanging half out the round entrance.
Intruder?  Nestlings under attack?
The feather jerks, twists vertical
upside down, backward, forward --
it appears the newly weds have bought
a thrifted couch too big for their parlor!

Monday, May 14, 2012

Light Framing


A 4"x 8" beam of freshly risen sunlight
slants from slightly parted curtains
smoke from morning fire building
swirling into translucent woodgrain.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Late Frost


Blackened leaves of false bamboo
dangle limply on their stalks
like gentlemen’s silk pocket squares
hung by their corners to dry.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Wild Apple Tree in Spring


Hunched old Granny Apple 
has been knitting a new green shawl,
switching needles she embroiders
blossoms in amaranth and rose.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Downpour


Fat rain drops at terminal velocity
slam into my sixty mile per hour windshield
shattering to thumbprints of aqueous lace.