for birds in a time of plague
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the sickness that diffuses in the fresh autumn air, in the quiet streak-free skies now, once …
Category: Nature
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, do not stir or startle. Earthquakes don’t wake them,their molten cores reach deep into earth’s …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it now an impotent king whose footsteps leave no echo a marble fountain claims the park’s …
Spring Clean
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about the sunshine stared examining the trees, And in my ears the song of birds came …
Loud Silence
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears and then whooshes over the treetops and down the slopes, joining the river’s rush. When …
I heard the dirge in the mists
The mists lay soft on the valleyan emptiness shrouded and stillthe chill in the air went through meas a tune echoed over the hills My heart clenched in deep trepidationas an eeriness sat with my …
Silent Symphony
With leisurely pause,admiring its own reflectionin the faint ripples of a quiet stream,a rising sun considerswith what tints, to paint this morning’s canvas. Night has stolen all bright color from these sleeping trees, leaving black shadows yearning toward the …