A cold windy breeze
Follows the hungry birds trail -
Seeds patiently wait
Soft boas of clouds
feather and drape a blue sky
not a hint of rain
great blue heron stands
motionless shadow watching
? nearby wild plums bloom
Albino Peacock
Such beauty and elegance
Feathers white as snow
the impatient sun
rising earlier each day
gladdens dawn's birdsong
Birds sing in mornings,
a lively chatter at dawn.
I breathe in the day.
redtail hawk sits, blinks
mouse scuttles, gathering seeds
? somewhere a heart breaks
baby sandpiper
skittering through ebbing tide -
mother's wings tremble
a flock of pigeons
rain and white feathers mingle
peace waters the world
in a dark season
the soft sounds of angel wings
wrapping the wounded
one tiny pilgrim
answering an ancient call
hummingbird arrives
Amid storm debris
rushing downstream, gently drifts
a single white swan.
black birds on my wall
children laughing under sheets
making hand puppets
spring's messenger bird
has returned to fallow fields
red-breasted and round
returning wild geese
rest at the brim filled farm pond?
guano underfoot
crows harass eagle
surrounding his gliding path -
he flies to the clouds
hanging and pecking
a berry block of suet
downey woodpecker
Insects cloud the moon
Warm bodies in the rafters
Bat wings soft stutter
the haiku robin
stared at me through the window
while I picked for worms
the bats still spread black
wings across the front window
on thanksgiving day
Lone gull on a sea
dons the sun and moon for wings
and soars forever
Birds sing lullaby
As snow falls gently on tree
Moonshadows appear
snow owl, talons low,
white wings wide, all intention
on need, never want
Birds flutter their wings
Loose soft feathers paraglide...
The cat goes hungry
crimson in the dusk
waves wash over the seagrass
as a seagull cries
Really rather sing
but then I guess I am, as
a bird on the wing
hearing birds singing
ancient poems always new--
How do they do it?
Grazing water's edge
Blue heron dancing with lake
Wings never touching
A hawk alights on
The charred stump and fluffs himself
Feathers float earthwards
Wet whys in the mud
Left by tiniest of birds
Washed away by rain
A mountain, peeking?
summer bringing clearer skies,
the robin warbling.
hear birds spreading joy
music waking dawn today
around their feeder
pecking on window
robin has returned again
to her reflection
Dawn's light holds in breath --
A heron strikes bright water,
Scattering the sun.
Sun has disappeared
Movement in the ancient pine
A chickadee flits
Hot noon in August -
I swim alone in a pool,
hawk circling above.