Breast the colorOf weathered bricksShiny black headOf the maleDuller charcoal black Of the femaleDirty yellow beakFeathers charcoal greyBeads of black for eyesAccentuated by rings of whiteIt is the eyesWhich captivateSeeming to penetrate Deeply into my soulThey remain fixedNot deterredBy my return gazeIn IrelandThe robin (spideog) Is considered to beSacredBelieved to haveAcquired its red chest fromContinue reading “November Robins”
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Surprise!
Is it truly less beautifulIn March?The flakes are hurtling through the airCovering the land with fullers whiteEach flake a crystalline work of artReady to sacrifice self as it is joins with othersCreating a snowy comforter atop the land.The spring birdsCluster at the feedersLooking for protectionAnd sustenanceOnly their hunger couldCoerce me out on this blustery morningCladContinue reading “Surprise!”
The Gift of Trees
I admire trees The manner in which they bend As winds howl through And what once seemed immobile Sways like a dancer Moving to and fro with grace In choreographed precision With the forest of partners In its company I admire trees The way they stand proudly Naked, grey, their true winter selves Reaching forContinue reading “The Gift of Trees”
Crumbs for the Journey 