haiku
little brown creepers
chatter in the oak branches
of a longer day greater yellow-legs
I hear you as the sun sets
tucking in the slough there is resonance
in some of these sounds - patterns
geese in the valley your winter silence
calls us to quiet ourselves
and open our eyes gentle eddies flow
of small, grey, fluffy bushtits
tiny waves of joy your boughs and branches
form ephemeral perches
to hold the half-moon my little wrentit
calling from the blackberry
of December fruits golden grasses catch
light and shadows of white oaks
while tundra swans call this bright winter sun
warms more than the light touches
to radiate forth oh my little wren
you’ve come to greet me with song
on this winter day playing in puddles
your black feathers spread with joy
crows in winter rain good morning, my friend
I see you watching – waiting
for what is to come this bright being here
is a beacon in the slough
of thoughts – for light – peace first star of this night
you seem to have gotten caught
in this trees branches good morning to night
your stars are fading to light
a veil of sunlight this set of five strings
holds infinite melodies
in their potential with all of these nodes
so completely connected
contemplate circuits my towhee - a wisp
this little spirit in flight
calls me to forest I saw Jupiter
but it slipped between branches
and into the fog a quiet that comes
when all of your buzzing stops
compresses – expands with such precision
you place each little treasure
between these spaces you call little notes
and listen for little notes
connecting through woods sometimes – just stay put
and take in the light – for there’s
fog in the valley a pocket of light
manifested between mist
and opened to blue there you are up there
moving along this tree bark
no gravity here oh! good morning friends
you have brought with you such caws
tell me about it the stitches we sew
that hold these materials
bring texture – beauty the grid of orchards
when moved, holds such surprises
tunnels in tunnels little flash of red
just around the white oak tree
downy woodpecker your white feathers turn
to light purplish blue
as the sun tucks in I glimpsed you in trees
large orange sliver – at the edge
of the horizon at the bottom here
in late light sustaining – faint
you are framed by trees come, come, come my friends
drink and drink and gather at the well
of friendship and warmth I mourn for so much
the loss of now – of future
of beautiful light to identify
is not the same as knowing
to know is to see connecting here – now
iterates and manifests
more circuits of hope when I see robins
I see you – and your beauty
a presence through time it’s that morning cup
of something warm and so fragrant
that gives the day breath across the locus
connected – a chord becomes
a bridge to one’s self I want to knit this
fiber of my small being
into the aether you are just on time
at dusk over green meadow
I hoped you’d be here oh my! puddle friends
so many of you have come
to splash in the sky sometimes - you need to
catch up to the current – flow
to then meander somehow I missed you
but just as I turned to leave
I truly saw you with wide toes you ground
energy connected here
to give way to grass when you find some tracks
what is the story to tell?
imagine - nature I’m thinking of you
as the egrets roam the field
and the sun nestles the clouds just moved in
and the blue sky went away
a winter grey day how many fingers
through human history have
played with bark of trees an infinite sum
can defy your intuition
open to wonder you hover right there
to touch what nourishes you
with grace in your flight you gurgle at me
with your beak wipes on the bough
good morning my friend the breath is sometimes
all we have – focus on in
then out - just breathing oh, little warblers
you have gathered in my yard
with rumps of sunshine white little orchid
welcome to your new window
may you bloom and grow what seems to be same
may just surprise you – and be
a whole new species oh, little banjo
I just tuned you into A
droning moon of strings robins on gravestones
in flocks of redbreasted glee
conversing with life
chatter in the oak branches
of a longer day greater yellow-legs
I hear you as the sun sets
tucking in the slough there is resonance
in some of these sounds - patterns
geese in the valley your winter silence
calls us to quiet ourselves
and open our eyes gentle eddies flow
of small, grey, fluffy bushtits
tiny waves of joy your boughs and branches
form ephemeral perches
to hold the half-moon my little wrentit
calling from the blackberry
of December fruits golden grasses catch
light and shadows of white oaks
while tundra swans call this bright winter sun
warms more than the light touches
to radiate forth oh my little wren
you’ve come to greet me with song
on this winter day playing in puddles
your black feathers spread with joy
crows in winter rain good morning, my friend
I see you watching – waiting
for what is to come this bright being here
is a beacon in the slough
of thoughts – for light – peace first star of this night
you seem to have gotten caught
in this trees branches good morning to night
your stars are fading to light
a veil of sunlight this set of five strings
holds infinite melodies
in their potential with all of these nodes
so completely connected
contemplate circuits my towhee - a wisp
this little spirit in flight
calls me to forest I saw Jupiter
but it slipped between branches
and into the fog a quiet that comes
when all of your buzzing stops
compresses – expands with such precision
you place each little treasure
between these spaces you call little notes
and listen for little notes
connecting through woods sometimes – just stay put
and take in the light – for there’s
fog in the valley a pocket of light
manifested between mist
and opened to blue there you are up there
moving along this tree bark
no gravity here oh! good morning friends
you have brought with you such caws
tell me about it the stitches we sew
that hold these materials
bring texture – beauty the grid of orchards
when moved, holds such surprises
tunnels in tunnels little flash of red
just around the white oak tree
downy woodpecker your white feathers turn
to light purplish blue
as the sun tucks in I glimpsed you in trees
large orange sliver – at the edge
of the horizon at the bottom here
in late light sustaining – faint
you are framed by trees come, come, come my friends
drink and drink and gather at the well
of friendship and warmth I mourn for so much
the loss of now – of future
of beautiful light to identify
is not the same as knowing
to know is to see connecting here – now
iterates and manifests
more circuits of hope when I see robins
I see you – and your beauty
a presence through time it’s that morning cup
of something warm and so fragrant
that gives the day breath across the locus
connected – a chord becomes
a bridge to one’s self I want to knit this
fiber of my small being
into the aether you are just on time
at dusk over green meadow
I hoped you’d be here oh my! puddle friends
so many of you have come
to splash in the sky sometimes - you need to
catch up to the current – flow
to then meander somehow I missed you
but just as I turned to leave
I truly saw you with wide toes you ground
energy connected here
to give way to grass when you find some tracks
what is the story to tell?
imagine - nature I’m thinking of you
as the egrets roam the field
and the sun nestles the clouds just moved in
and the blue sky went away
a winter grey day how many fingers
through human history have
played with bark of trees an infinite sum
can defy your intuition
open to wonder you hover right there
to touch what nourishes you
with grace in your flight you gurgle at me
with your beak wipes on the bough
good morning my friend the breath is sometimes
all we have – focus on in
then out - just breathing oh, little warblers
you have gathered in my yard
with rumps of sunshine white little orchid
welcome to your new window
may you bloom and grow what seems to be same
may just surprise you – and be
a whole new species oh, little banjo
I just tuned you into A
droning moon of strings robins on gravestones
in flocks of redbreasted glee
conversing with life
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