Thursday, November 30, 2017

it's the birds

of late
they have been
the messengers

it is they
who have given me

to take the first step
into cold morning air

for one never knows

what a small bird
might say

by his just sitting
in a tree

"Come forth into the light things. Let nature be your teacher."  ~William Wordsworth

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


i'll see you later
i'm going

to walk in oak leaves

and watch the brown squirrel

"Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence."
                                                                   ~Alfred Billings Street

Friday, November 17, 2017


autumn seems hungry
this year

late in coming
she is making up for lost time

swallowing up the landscape

and all the while
filling me

with her ravenous

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread. Places to play in, and pray in, where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike."   ~ John Muir

Saturday, November 11, 2017

rhapsody in motion (seeing the birds)

walking through the cornfield
that evening

i marveled

at how they danced
(as to an unseen symphony)

the little band of birds

in the pink 
november sky

then suddenly
they were gone
and i was alone


and maybe 
just a little less

*Witnessing that little band of birds brought this quote to mind:

"To live content with small means,
to see elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages, with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely,
await occasions, hurry never,
in a word to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common,
this is to be my symphony."
                       ~William Henry Channing