Northern Shoveler

These migratory ducks are among the many amazing birds that inhabit Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge. Though they are common in many parts of the world, they are new to me. I slowly drove the 7 miles of one-way, limestone packed road called Black Point Wildlife Drive. Meandering through saltwater marsh, I spent over twoContinue reading “Northern Shoveler”

A chōka: Fleeing South

Great snowstorms up northWinter’s wrath is upon usFleeing as a birdSeeking respite from the coldFrigid winds blow southSought warmth remains elusiveBare branches tauntingDefying the need for greenNo doubt I shall persevereSettled in deep southBiting northern winds muzzledCool breeze on bare skin Thawed in the warmth of the sunA gift of spring in winter Colleen’s 24Continue reading “A chōka: Fleeing South”

Lost City

He stands in the courtyard of the lost city, holding an old scroll of ancient parchment. The archaic language written thereupon is similar to the primitive languages he had studied most of his scholarly life. It speaks of treasures hidden beneath the old city, though some of the text he could not decipher. He knewContinue reading “Lost City”

Hidden

Beneath the surfacean old soul remainsburied under layers of contemporary viewpointsthat leave the foundation withinforgotten and derelict Chipping away the layersslowly reveals the essenceof the structures originreviving primal access W3 Prompt #90: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s host, David himself, prompts us to “…try our hands at a relatively simple ‘nonce’ poetic form that I created. ItContinue reading “Hidden”

Foolish Games

She stares into her bathroom mirror, a smug smile upon her face.  She did it!  She revealed herself to her lover’s wife during the celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary.  A posh restaurant, a shared bottle of champagne, live piano music…  Perfect, except for the unexpected guest.  She giggles at the recent memory.  He andContinue reading “Foolish Games”