illume

 a single strand

of lights

next door

on a winter

full moon

night

feathering the nest

Wisdom is believed to be

the world's oldest

wild bird

a Laysan albatross

at 74 years old

she recently laid 

an egg

~

one wise

and

wondrous

mama

 

wings

eyes to the sky

in wonder

of all of those

flying

above 

ebbing moments today

fallen leaves rustling 

crinkling on

pavement

~

folks struggling to get

by

~

as the fall sun

sets

a band of pink

in the western sky

~

wishes for kindly dawns

greeting all of us

tomorrow

any moment now

doves are waiting

in the wings

time to usher

them 

in

wings

a moth on the window

tonight

dipping below freezing

tomorrow

find some leaves

some eaves

some shelter

little winged one

fly 

fly

fly

a few 

more 

days 

packing lightly

for another trip

around

the

sun 

flow

the recollection

of walking along

this peaceful

flowing river

now feels like

a lifetime

ago... 

gardening tips

flowers are plants

vegetables are plants

fruits are plants

berries are plants

grasses are plants

bushes are plants

weeds are plants

~

all plants are plants 

clearing

after the rain

songs in the air

and as long

as there

are 

birds 

Doves

Any moment now

Send in the doves

Brandish love

Banish bombs

Send in the doves

Wield compassion

Eradicate hate

Godspeed

Pry apart fists

Lay down arms

Open hearts

Palms

Bearing olive branches 

Send in the doves

Douse the flames

Bestow calm

Any moment now

And forever more

Peace be upon us

Rush in

Usher in

Send in the doves

 

landing

a downy duck

on a snowy

day 

here...

three 

purple finches

and then

gone... 

redbreast for real

high up on

treetop

a month to the day

of the beginning of spring

the first sighting 

rush in

usher in

wing wing wing

 

touching down

one duck in the backyard

yesterday

another one

today

enroute

or 

on spec for digs?

FYI

the river is

that

way...

spring Monday

catkins blowing

on a cloudy

day 

sometimes...

you hear them

before you see them

but then your heart skips

a beat with joy

listening to their

sweet song

and knowing that

once again

for another year

the robins

have

returned 

immediately following the eclipse...

the first butterfly

~

on the wings

of 

hope

heard this morning...

a beautiful 

treetop call

sight

unseen

~

and as long

as there

are 

birds 

glimpsing

the tiniest sliver

of blue sky

on an otherwise

cloudy

day

swaddling

blankets

pillows

loaves

peace and

sweet dreams

for

every

one

all is...

still

quiet

under a shroud

of

snow 

on the eve of spring...

the birds are planning

to return

and sing their songs

and soothe our souls

come back soon

fly back soon

small feathered

ones 

sun and shadows

and the trees

are dancing

today 

and then one day...

calm ascended

over everything

everyone

everywhere 

tonight's wish...

one warm blanket

to wrap around

the world

swaddling us

all

in

peace 

~

singing their songs

the sweet sparrows

had a lot

to say

today 

hoping for a reset

under this

new

moon 

everything

is 

more quiet

under a blanket

of

snow 

with each day...

a little more light

in the sky

a little more

hope space 

in

the 

heart 

reckoning

shadow?

no shadow...

spring! 

in dreams

flower petals fall

softly

from the

sky 

and then

peace

blossomed

all around

the

world 

at last

and now

after so many days

of punishingly cold weather

temperatures are rising

the sun is shining

and most welcoming

in the air

the sweet sound 

of 

birds

7/24

closing my eyes

to envision this (now) snow shrouded scape

months from now

at the midway point of the year

bubbling up

in the summer sun

with a yard full

of wild

rioting

daisies

still

the berries on the mountain ash are still

the snow filled clay flower pots on the patio are still

the branches of the aspen poplar are still

the hanging gazebo bird feeder is still

the cones on the mugo pine are still

the tiptops of the cedars are still

the frost on the windowpane is still

the sun is shining

it is bitterly cold

and everything 

is utterly

perfectly

still

~

-34/elemental

too cold

too cold for birds

too cold for squirrels

too cold for walkers

too cold for delivery drivers

too cold for pet dogs + cats

too cold for sledders

too cold for houseless folks

here/anywhere/everywhere

too 

too

cold 

falling

~

white 

white

white

white white

white

white white white

white

white

white

~