Siblings teach us early on
the gentle art of sharing
MOVE OVER! HOG! YOU’RE ON MY HALF!
while Mom eats worms, despairing.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Category Archives: birds
Connections: May 12.17
Connections: April 4.17
How defiant your song —
why so sure-souled?
The gloom folds me inward
I’m nowhere so bold.
But I yield, Sir Sparrow,
to your point of view
and
earthbound
admit
you see more than I do.
Connections: March 31.17
If my camera could
I would
make a picture of the sound
this yawning day —
busy pattering soft
rain
mud-muffled,
tire splash
as people trespass
into worms’ world,
robin flutes
through the dripping dark,
splats
syncopated
on the roof.
Connections: March 1.17
This forlorn and crabby crow
adorned in German springtime snow
in silent cold indignity
looks a lot like cheerless me.
March tornadically announced
last night its roaring lion pounced
winter’s beauty not denied
I prefer the lamb’s springtide.
Thanks to the Dianna Vergin Photo Archives.
Connections: February 8.17
The other day I happened upon
a forum on NPR
a rabbi’s words illumined
a mood as black as tar:
when optimism can’t be had
we must insist on hope,
and keep in mind the difference
as we walk this slippery slope.
I opened the window this morning
Die Zauberflöte silvered the air!
the crimson Papageno,
the high-headed Chanticleer!
Corny it may be
but I need to think it so
the return of morning birdsong
as rabbinical treetop echo.
Connections: February 5.17
Sometimes you have to ask
feeling constrained and constricted
“Who’s the guy with the camera?
Do you think we can get him evicted?”
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
