I am called to soar
Broken wings cannot stop me
He enables me
A buoyant bird rests
Flapping its wings and chirping
Sparks optimism
The time passes by.
The coo of a mourning dove.
As everything lost.
Florida alive
Lizards, frogs and millipedes
Ibis on the wing
Eating nuns? orchids
make black crickets turn yellow.
Wings wilt before death.
wayward flock of geese
above abandoned farmhouse
plow unfallowed sky
tethered to a reed
a grebe on a floating nest
calls this place a home
abandoned bird nests
perch on top of leafless trees
my bones feel the cold
feathers floating past
fly riding on my kayak
"swonk" sound of paddle
Winter melts away
Like a song lost in the wind
Birds come soaring home
blue swallowtail wings
oak by oak, small sound among
broken bell thunders
An Osprey Feather
Gliding Above Silent Dunes
Freedom on the Wind
Winter still hangs on
Flowers bloom and quickly die
Confused birds take flight
geese hunkering down
next to wind rippled puddles . . .
shoppers scurrying
night birds cry warning
beneath these moon-dancing waves
Leviathan sleeps
red-robed cardinal
posing in naked pear tree
cloaked by winter dusk
wings beating the air
moonlight slipping through cloud breaks
winds travelling west
trees clothed in pure white
adorned with lively scarlet
cardinal ribbons
black necks gray bodies
geese commence the long passage
dawn light on their wings
Two birds side by side;
one faces east, one turns west.
One space, two worlds seen.
Great heron answers
streams of fish, shell, and sunlight.
Quick! A gasp of trout.
leaves turning yellow
zebra grass plumes quivering . . .
ravens' wings flapping
I give my blue heart
to the bird of paradise
this night of endings
a crystalline glow
icey dreams with wings of breath,
diamonds in the snow.
Meadow lark afield
White moon beam piercing the wing
Flightless bird of sleep
Golden wings live long.
Paper will float in the breeze.
Live as you're folded.
hundreds of snow geese
peel from placid lake water
shredded porcelain
speckled down, knotted
feet perched upon my sill wait
spring will stretch her wings
A black dove sits down
On the bricks in Public Square
To watch us stream by.
fifteen years after
the nine eleven attacks . . .
cloudy with birdsong
Bronzed wings flap flutter
Above feeder bird hovers
Beak dips fast in out
Anxious geese fly south
Merlot speaks through tall glasses
Freshly painted walls.
wild grass at sunset
shimmering with insect wings
warm breeze on hilltop
heron and gator
side by side on lagoon bank
early morn detente
Red robin singing,
Caught amidst a thorny bush,
Her song remains sweet.
mercurial bird
dives into honeysuckle...
perfume beads scatter