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
Amber waves on a gray day in Creedmoor, Texas.
Field of amber
The orchid display at Whole Foods Market Arbor Trails (Austin, Texas).
All dressed up
A Loggerhead Shrike built a nest this spring in our Wisteria vine. Here is one of the fledglings.
You talkin’ to me?
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
