Category Archives: Poems

Nature knocked me out today with a quick jab and a long roundhouse punch I couldn’t duck. Sitting, this mindless summer morning, staring out this window, when a rabbit stretched across the yard, past cosmos, sunflowers, glads… then, five, maybe … Continue reading →

Morning bird songs don’t hail the sun, they mourn passing night. terror’s revealed in new light rigor’s required for living the day. spear the worm quick! fear the hawk! hide! Mornings bird songs: “Oh! Oh! for the songless darkness passed … Continue reading →

The mourning dove is wise to see the morning world and sing his one note: “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”

The owl’s swiveling head sees soul’s departing and is not wise, but frightened, calling “Who? Who? Who?”

Who can not love the chickadee who’s always as happy as he can be…be…be…

Shouldn’t someone tell the red-headed woodpecker that grubs are softer berries better worms are sliced with a shake. Someone tell him (soon, I hope) life is easier you punch-drunk dope without the headache!

the nuthatch chose to see the world from an upside down position… but who’s to say we couldn’t learn with insights from his perception…

Pity the poor robin red breast ever to be almost a cardinal but always a bishop at best.

note the plain brown wrapper. house wren, a fat bullet with Cyranos’ beak then, note his song to her perched on the branch… seductive aria operatic! Puccini bows to his master

a great trick played on the cardinal imagine to be so stunning- then to know but one note- tic! tic! tic! and, as red is blood’s reminder, to hide, shying from all but briefest scarlet exposure