One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus
Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion
I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time
The coyotes and I share a secret:
The moon is always full
The moon is always full
NaPoWriMo Day 3
Bushes and trees rustle with songs and flutters of waking birds.
Screeches and trills of the night fade in the last moments of darkness.
Nocturnals and diurnals alight in treetop way stations
Crossing paths as they make their way to roost
Or complete their morning ablutions before beginning their search for food.
As the east announces itself, I revel in the beauty of another day’s potential.
Another beautiful sunrise
NaPoWriMo Day 2
April is, I’m told,
The month to write poetry.
How hard can it be?
Yellow flowers at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center
NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)
Have the hat, the leash and dog
Too hot to go out
Summer finds us both on couch
(My haiku for the heat)
First posted on my old blog on July 17, 2011. Feels like déjà vu all over again. Right, Yogi?
I’ll just wait for autumn to go outside.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
~ from Anthem by Leonard Cohen
Sunlight on the pantry door
It's a long story ... 