Summer Tanager

An indulgent little bird, excellently posedPerched atop a dead tree branch, gazing at the marshAs a strange figure whispers, quietly belowHer camera poised in hand: “Please don’t fly away.” Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 329, 7/18/23 – Specific Form and I. J.’s Bird of the Week Invitation XXI.

Native Harmony

Native perennials;Treasure their home in the garden of life.Thriving -Their roots tucked into soilin harmonious glory with the earth.Revealing their joy through sprouted heads;Communing with crittersthat gather in celebration;Sharing bits of themselves, as honeybees pepper their blooms. dVerse host Punam challenges us to “write a verse of exact 44 words (excluding the title) using pepperContinue reading “Native Harmony”

Pygmy Owl

A formidable place;I choose to reside;But it serves as protection;While I am inside.I thank the woodpecker;For the hole it had made;In the tall cactus;Where my nest I have laid.So small am I;A savory meal for some;Yet a symbol of wisdom;I’ve somehow become.And from my high perch;I can easily see;A tasty songbird;In a neighboring tree. WrittenContinue reading “Pygmy Owl”