This house, built slowly and with determination, stands vacant– awaiting frigid winds and unsheltered gusts of indifference.
I will hold my breath and hope to see it warmly occupied once again, in the distant spring.
This House
Tag Archives: birds
It’s really all about…
the journey
A Ruse
she was not broken
Bird Notes
Dear Mr. C. Waxwing:
I love you.
Their Lives
I watched a hawk catch a small fish from the lake. His perfect form, the envy of witnessing geese, and clumsy dogs and noisy seagulls. Were the other fish mystified by the sudden disappearance of their friend? Did they swim quickly away in fright and apprehension, having their lives pass before their cloudy, bulging eyes?
Fleeting Moment
Sweet, little babies…
the teen girls wrap you in blanketed warmth,
holding you like soft treasures in the sand.
My mother takes the light one and strokes its
head against her cheek. We speak softly,
the red light warming our hands.
This is a fleeting moment lasting under five minutes,
which I will remember long after the day ends
and the moment passes.
Watching You
There you are in a seemingly unlikely spot,
tending to your babies the way I tended to mine.
You watch me, watching you, wishing gentle
thoughts and finally, walking away.
Versions of Reality
What do you think you see?
If I could fly
Lifting their huge wings and strutting strong bodies,
the geese fly gracefully accross the river.
I would join them if I knew how.
March Morning Thoughts
Thinking about green summer days
when the heron flies above the river
and the breeze makes the leaves
rustle and sway.
Green summer thoughts
make a cold March morning
feel warmer.
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