The Mockingbird is the first to sing
Long before the dawn
Magical trill, ever changing
Music tugging the sun
Magnetic, demanding the light
If not for the Mockingbird
We would have only night
Dawn, called by the Mockingbird
From the past into the future
Along the crest of the Guadalupe I walk
In the shelter of trees whose ancestors
Remember the beginning of time
The river shares its history with me
As it flows past the bend, into the future
Doves fly up at my approach
Only then do we notice each other
The deer and I, startled
On alert
April, National Poetry Month and National Poetry Writing Month, is over. Poetry happens every day, so why not here, sometimes?
Reddish head and breast
Announce feeding time, order
The usual, please
House Finch at the feeder
Little pink house sitting on the corner
Paint fading over the years
Your garden’s thistles feed generations
Of bees, butterflies and finches
Lace windows smooth life’s sharp edges
Diffuse the brutal midday sunlight
Your threshold offers shelter
Wrapped in memories of children’s laughter
Little Pink House, beckoning
Butterfly feeding on a thistle
Lesser Goldfinch feeding on a thistle
Honey bee feeding on a thistle
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 30
An early Mermaid rose bloom
The Mermaid’s first bloom
Opens to find spring waiting
Sends message: Follow
Soon a full bush of Mermaid roses
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 29
It's a long story ... 