Bountiful Morning

Early this morning,

before the birds began to call,

I sprinkled their food

on the broad porch rail.

One by one they came –

a feast for them and for my eyes.



It’s A Stretch

It’s a stretch of limbs

and a semi-rigid mind,

but I slowly find

a more limber way to be –

an exercise in delight.


Environment Of Change

So grateful Greta

and others do not err on

the side of caution.

What will become of us if

no one speaks truth to power?



Juniper branches

hold scattered raindrops,

adding a bit of

sparkle to an otherwise

dismal December day.


Carried Away

All in a flurry –

wind and leaves and birds and folks –

this Thanksgiving Day.