in the sky at the end
of May
is aMayzing
on the cusps of pink/purple
vibrant in the sun
will do my best
to commit it to
memory
and conjure it up
on late December afternoons
when the winter sun
has
gone
down
in the sky at the end
of May
is aMayzing
on the cusps of pink/purple
vibrant in the sun
will do my best
to commit it to
memory
and conjure it up
on late December afternoons
when the winter sun
has
gone
down
hello bluejay
perched
on the fence outside
the kitchen window
hopping along
awaiting a visit from
your eastern cousin?
cheers
and regards to
whisky jack
and with each day
a little more
leafing
a little more
greening
a little more
unfolding
a little more promise
of
everything
over the past several weeks
lighting up the skies
waxwings
waxwings
waxwings
so so many
ear-fulls
museums
out together in numbers
today
a solitary sight:
one bohemian yellow tail
by herself
perched on the mountain ash
where are your comrades little one?
here and then gone
maybe busy listening for the call
for readmission
to
the
museum
apparently
a pair of geese
are nesting on the
top floor
of the Humanities Building
blessings
from
above