Mother of the crane,
Acquaintance is our honor.
Please visit again.
Tag: nature
Bed Lizard
Pillow, dome of glass,
The lizard my love captures,
When released, springs off.
Cardinal
Ruby red rustle
In the orange tree's branches,
Spritely cardinal.
One of Many Things
I think what I adore about you most
is your compassion for creatures in need:
the softshell turtle caught in dirt you freed;
protecting the mother hens on the coast
of the pond from a rowdy drake engrossed
in his hormones; and when you took the lead
trapping and releasing to his green weeds
the little lizard found on our bedpost.
Spiders, moths, and even juvenile wasps,
you do what you can to bring them from harm.
Even when exhausted you don't exhaust
your kindness for helpless things. That's the charm
which draws us to your arms, especially
the one who needs you more than any: me.
Fulfillment
If I've learned one thing
About finding fulfillment,
And I'm far from it,
I'm certain it's a homestead
With land for muscovy ducks.
My Dear Friend Franklin

My dear friend Franklin,
I came to visit today
But you were absent.
I knew that someday...
You're free.
Live life. We love you always.
Homesick
Autumn in Fort Wayne,
Indiana, solely known
From my love's tristesse:
The browning leaves he misses,
First snow, furrows in his brow.
I despise airplanes;
But if I had the money,
We'd fly back and forth
From the glades of Florida
To Indiana's corn fields.
Cutting Grass
I never minded
Cutting grass (it's just a chore)
Until his outrage;
The next time I took notice,
Frantic grasshoppers cornered,
Butterflies driven
From screaming engines of blades,
Surviving despite
The razing of their green homes.
Before week's end they've grown back.
And from the neighbors'
The crimson cardinal and
His tawny feathered
Mate return to our trees with
The red-headed woodpecker.
The showers of June
The showers of June
Have once again given way.
The same heat, more storms;
Summer shall soon take his leave,
While Earth weeps in hurricanes.
Who will turn their head
Who will turn their head
To the many obscure gods?
Lower and lower,
Where the tiniest detail
Gleams even in their smallness.