melt water trickles underfoot
cold white sun lights my face
winter wind still blows
but there is hope
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Winter: Dusk
Dampness in
the air
hints that
spring
lurks
somewhere
under all
this snow.
But the
cottontail
is still and
watchful;
he ekes out
meager meals
of fallen
seed
beneath my
bird feeder.
I will watch
for him
to not
return,
like the
dove spurning the ark
when it
found dry ground at last,
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Competitive Acrobatics
squirrel
slides
plummet
in a V
through the snow
downhill to my feeder
but it's too cold
for birds to fear:
they glean the scatterings
shared by
the inverted
vertebrate
slides
plummet
in a V
through the snow
downhill to my feeder
but it's too cold
for birds to fear:
they glean the scatterings
shared by
the inverted
vertebrate
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Three Haiku for Cold Birds
hungry
titmice and
juncos enter
snow tunnels
made at
night by mice
on both sides
of the
cedar feeder
avoiding
conflict:
two blue jays
his tail
thin as a
feather the
elder squirrel
chases no
bird away
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