- how do they manage . . .
- migrating geese— . . .
- where creek willows weave the . . .
- Grey dawn . . .
- the skip of a skipping stone a . . .
- it happens every year . . .
- how casually . . .
- flurries of willow fluff . . .
- in the park . . .
- perched . . .
- a swallowtail . . .
- waiting for the sheep to pass . . .
- up to the summit up to a hawkâ . . .
- drizzle and mud— . . .
- winterlight . . .
- snowmelt… . . .
- owl’s call sounding the dept . . .
- juncos black . . .
- dead birds at the base . . .
- park bench . . .
- in the pool . . .
- dusk— . . .
- migrating geese . . .
- sunrise . . .
- s . . .
- towpath— . . .
- a solitary bird calls to the s . . .
- mockingbird an octave shy of t . . .
- sunrise— . . .
- Hidden by the fog, . . .
Posts Tagged ‘birds’
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how do they manage . . .
-
migrating geese— . . .
-
where creek willows weave the . . .
-
Grey dawn . . .
-
the skip of a skipping stone a . . .
-
it happens every year
. . .
-
how casually . . .
-
flurries of willow fluff . . .
-
in the park . . .
-
perched . . .
-
a swallowtail . . .
-
waiting for the sheep to pass . . .
-
up to the summit up to a hawkâ . . .
-
drizzle and mud— . . .
-
winterlight . . .
-
snowmelt… . . .
-
owl’s call sounding the dept . . .
-
juncos black . . .
-
dead birds at the base . . .
-
park bench . . .
-
in the pool . . .
-
dusk— . . .
-
migrating geese . . .
-
sunrise . . .
-
s
. . .
-
towpath— . . .
-
a solitary bird calls to the s . . .
-
mockingbird an octave shy of t . . .
-
sunrise— . . .
-
Hidden by the fog, . . .