Category: Birds
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maybe it will rain
squirrels are sleeping in robins and cardinals forage in tall grass dew lies thick upon the ground air heavy and warm insects are quiet this morning hawk circles high above distant train wails it’s leaving town but will return 8-10-23
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Georgia morning haiku
at our daughter’s place insects sing to wind in trees crows argue in woods 8-5-23
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Of the pond
still water mirror reflects the sky insects drone birds are quiet swallowtail glints yellow in the sun dragonfly skims weeds along the shore breeze flees hot morning waits for evening to return 7-25-23
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Turtle on the edge
How long will you sit half up – half down trying to decide your way forward? Are you disoriented from last night’s storm? Are you looking for a dry place to rest or seeking higher ground? if you could talk, I’d gather you up and carry you there. 7-22-23
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Saturday haiku
squirrel on a bench tiny footsteps beside me hunger breeds courage 7-1-23
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Summertime
If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23
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haiku of the crow
crow on garden wall staring out at Haifa Bay spread your wings and soar 6-7-23 _____ Crows in the Middle East have grey feathers, appear to be bigger than western crows and have become my spirit animal
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The exile
unaffected by its lack of freedom songbird sings from its cage hanging on a hook In the corner you doze in the lap of 21st century luxury unwilling to sing because you feel uncomfortable 6-23-23
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Monday haiku
sunshine after rain turtles bask on muddy banks water drips from trees 6-23-23
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Plum blossom slippers
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.(Thich Nhat Hanh) written for a poetry workshop: Rejoice in the morning of your survival Above your head a crow shakes last night’s rain from leaves Haploid to diploid fertility dance In the dewy dawn moss comes green The weight of your burden is carried…
My husband's poetry 