Now has the grey come
and the year
heavy-lidded
drowses.
Crying of want
a solitary bird
spreads black wings
over silent houses.
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Tag Archives: wings
Connections: September 19.16
You met them on September One
downy bobbleheads
now dusky gowned
tomorrow gone
on life’s relentless wingspreads.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and Aviary.
Connections: July 29
Connections: July 13
Yesterday was sticky hot
the air was thick as mush
but I had to grab my camera
and get out there in a rush.
This visitor, this summer sprite,
this unabashed flirt,
demanded my
attentive eye
and mud upon my skirt.
But would he alight, becalm his wings?
Sit still for just a
mo?
No!
He just kept whirring
blurring
flitting to and fro.
I chased that Casanova
’round marigold and bee
and wondered if my neighbors
had a butterfly net for me.
Connections: May 20
Life spreads its wings
birthed from dark
indebted to craggy
matriarch.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,
Vernon Hill Gallery.
Connections: April 26
My neighbors’ yards bejewelled
by April cloisonne
— tulips’ dazzling hues
bowing in the May —
shine more brightly
than does mine
with shyly clever
columbine.
In canny metamorphosis
it changes jester hat
for coronet of wings —
a tulip can’t do that!
As spring gives way to summer
and tulips sag to brown
my columbine laughs last
in green and ruffly mound.
Connections: March 24
Fuzzy thing
with little green wing
sightless
seeking light
plain deceptively
bursting imperceptibly
magenta
bunting’d tight.
