Invocation rain,
In hurricanes she dances
Into calm at last.
Tag: nature
The Crows
My lover is learning the local crows.
He's hammered a bowl stand in the earth.
He offers them clean water and he throws
Bread and crackers out upon our yard's dearth.
Just that easily they took advantage,
Not just crows but the woodpeckers as well
As the thrashers and the finches manage
To snatch up a morsel and drink a spell.
But the crows are those who impress us most—
How swiftly on branch or rim they alight,
How they caw abroad to their greater host;
They once brought their own pizza to the site;
Then this—they introduced a younger friend
By feeding them some bread we left for them!
Lovely Loyalty
Lovely Loyalty, I'm glad you still laugh;
I'm glad you still hang out with Steve and Wish.
I saw you the other day on the half
Of the pond where laundry's done, and in bliss
Knelt down to give oats and take your picture.
It was here where you and your brothers hatched.
While some have moved on, you've been a fixture;
Today I find you with young Wish attached.
Then other times you're with your brother Norm,
Who seems to have moved next door as it were,
Where the rains cause a small pond to form
Behind that lot. Last time he didn't stir
From his nap, though I did see him out there.
If there weren't cameras I'd stop and stare.
Steve! (and George!)
I didn't realize my initial luck
When I returned to the pond to receive
Your greeting, thinking you another duck;
But it was you I dreamed of meeting: Steve!
I didn't see you on my last visit,
And the time before you seemed out of sorts:
You didn't eat; so it is exquisite
Having you run to me with laughs and snorts.
And you too darling George! Having you back,
Creation's refrain shall ever resound
In euphony like the ducklings who track
Mama, squeaking and frolicking around!
Steve and George, thank you for being friendly
And treating the tiny ducklings gently.
Spiderweb
I missed the trash day
Once, so in maybe a week
She built her vast house.
From the bin up to the eaves,
Her gossamer mansion stretched.
Song for George
My friend, it's cliché
but you know what I'll say,
I hope to see you again.
In time, you'll return
on a day you discern;
I hope it's me that you find.
My dear, I'll hold fast
to a love which outlasts
Eternity and a year.
When you fly away
doesn't mean you won't stay,
It's only a day's goodbye.
The spread of your wings
is the nature of things,
A growth by adventure fed.
Be safe and live free;
I'll continue to be
Your friend, though your absence chafes.
Go roam where you will
and I'll visit until
Love reunites us at home.
Morning Fog
None but the fog
Reveals the pearls of dew strung
On each web, each tree.
Uncorked Violet
Once Violet's uncorked
It flows across the heavens,
Through Night dissipates
Into Black, on which the stars
Pose a few remembered shapes.
Geist of Sunset
Even an errand
Is a worthy occasion
To catch the moment
When the Geist of Sunset shifts
Pink, Purple, Gold toward Night.
Culpable
I said I'd be culpable
For ruining your evening
Bemoaning my multiple
Bites, instead I'd be leaving.
Rather than to aggravate
You, I went to get relief
From a cream to acclimate.
Then my mistake was belief.
I thought I could reappear
And share the backyard again.
I was acting cavalier,
Yet the moment would descend.
I truly am gullible;
They bit me and you, enraged,
Stormed off as I, the un-sage,
I said I'd be culpable.
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