I am close, too close I know when the tree swallow divebombs me – Stay away! Stay away! The click, click, click replaces his usual song. This is how walking goes during the season of nests. You created a monster he told his wife. I am a woman undone by feathers and flying things. IsContinue reading “A world of earthly delights”
Category Archives: Environment
Star stuff
On the dike he frolics – an otter captured through the corner of my eye, while the ibis flees, not allowing me to espy a silhouette framed by raindrops. I must be crazy, soaked like these creatures, near relatives by chromosome. Meanwhile a pheasant ventures across the road. Life is good here and now, thisContinue reading “Star stuff”
Black
i coat of goth body of coot morning joe the best soil for things that grow ii. it is 2:00 a.m. clouds no stars this unlit deserted lane I know it by feel not sight a split rail fence is there this landmark means I am almost there but not 2018
Dancing monarchs
This expanse of watery green will deceive by throwing off eagles and egrets at random. On these banks where a city is built upon common ground the wind can bring strangers in. This is where even an ivory gull can meet its fate. The oceans reek of plastic when Easter Island is foretold by theContinue reading “Dancing monarchs”
In the age of melancholy
In the age of melancholy the quiet in our minds is banned, being dispirited is a felony, for men whose rank mendacity has stolen the best of land and turned it leaden – all life squeezed and sadly, this is common in the age where glee is reserved for the monster hiding beneath your bed.
Valentine singing on an open sleeve
“Water, water, every where Nor any drop to drink” –Coleridge It is her touch I remember as soft and willowy as a drop of dew. The fingerprint that claims a part of my soul, her touch so soft is what she eats now slipping down without the choke. The vee of geese upon the wing,Continue reading “Valentine singing on an open sleeve”
The poet sang of concrete
The poet sang of concrete and paradise destroyed, the dollar stores are ringing up landfill fodder for the gulls. And when the bittern finds his habitat banned from our state, we know the ducklings roaming Lansing with their crutches have deemed to legislate away all the living – a person tries not to hate butContinue reading “The poet sang of concrete”
Dove
They sift through seed together and feast on plant or feeder. I watch them from this window in the land of dawn. And this orchestra of two will bring a song of morn, with a strike, a bar that breaks the heart, sweet music where the eye will rest. Then comes escape – the drivingContinue reading “Dove”
Picking strawberries in June
A cardinal is singing over the strawberry path as we bend and stoop to pick the ripest red. The language is foreign To my ears – the cadence lifts from Asia far or meanders in from Spain. We are all the same. This is what we do – as friends and children wander out ofContinue reading “Picking strawberries in June”
Birds of a feather
The sparrow houses young in crevices come spring- the constant chatter is how he sparkles, and to the feeder he swarms – no fault of his own this internment on American shores. The bane of farmer and woodpecker the starling has from Europe brought a foreign sound to every native thing. The sweeping murmuration smallContinue reading “Birds of a feather”
Anne's mediocre poetry 