winter mist
the scarecrow’s…
Tag: birds
Five minutes before the …
Hidden by the fog,
mockingbirds…
sunrise—
all at once…
mockingbird an octave shy…
a solitary bird calls to …
towpath—
a blue heron…
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recession rising … sunrise
from village to …
migrating geese
rising…
dusk—
ten thousand…
in the pool
of the ruined …
park bench
pigeons begging…
dead birds at the base
of …
juncos black
silhouettes…
owl’s call sounding…
snowmelt…
a woodpecker…
winterlight
a blur of birdsong…
drizzle and mud—…
up to the summit up to a hawk’s…
waiting for the sheep to…
a swallowtail
touches my…
perched
at the tip
of summer…
in the park
pigeons peck …
flurries of willow fluff…
how casually
a brown bird…
it happens every year
but… the skip of a skipping stone…
Grey dawn
climbs the sky…
where creek willows weave…
migrating geese—…
how do they manage
migrating…