
The heron’s a little obsessed
With those feathers displayed on his chest;
They’re used all the time
For wiping off slime
That’s exuded from each dinner guest.
–Photo by me

The heron’s a little obsessed
With those feathers displayed on his chest;
They’re used all the time
For wiping off slime
That’s exuded from each dinner guest.
–Photo by me

established foes don’t
know that they hate each other–
until they’re informed;
love is a natural thing
while hatred has to be learned
–photo by me

a train comes
with the dawn;
what either brings,
we don’t know,
except guiding light–
as above, so below
–photo by me

once upon
a time, this fellow
flew to the
sun and back;
it turned his whole head yellow
but burned his face black
–photo by me

sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me

with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me

we’re drawn to the sea
as if we might remember
something that was lost
–photo by me

The young swan was ridden with shame,
And his cruel mother’s words were to blame:
“You’re big and you’re dumb,
And that’s all you’ll become!”
And in time, that’s all he became.
–Photo by me

i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me

the sun aligning
with a porthole in the clouds
is like new-found faith–
suddenly, we see the light
but who can hold on to it?
–photo by me