Catbird
on the hammock.
It’s
me that’s caught
her eye. 8-1-13
A
gentle pendulum,
hummingbird’s
tail
moves across
the rosy sharons
as green
as the leaves. 8-1-13
No sun
to open the sharons,
hummingbird
sits on yesterday’s closed flowers
and pokes
with her beak. 8-1-13
Irritated
wren
moves across
the woods
faster
than my eye. 8-1-13
Feathered
yellow light
holds up
two yellow swallowtails
nettled
in a swirl. 8-4-13
That
red-breasted bird lowers her breast
into
last year’s red leaves in the one spot of sun
this cool
morning. Rufous-sided towhee. 8-5-13
That
squirrel made the forest move.
Bee
makes the sharon move.
The
gray air makes nothing move. 8-6-13
Sky
clouds moving east.
Earth
clouds moving west.
Counterpoint
before the rain. 8-20-13
Pye
weed’s full pink heads.
Will
they wait until I
get back? 8-20-13
I don’t
know this bird.
Sounds
a little like a rufous-sided towhee.
Let’s
call him Morning Bird Who Sings in the Sea Air.
8-22-13
Between
me and the pond
down there
in the dense thicket,
there’s
a cottontail and his kin. 8-23-13
When I
go away from this balmy shore,
the sea
oats will stay and hold my place.
8-23-13
This
day belongs to mourning dove.
Repeating,
he says so again. 8-25-13
More
cicadas than
myrtle
blossoms now.
One
vibrates in the ear,
the other
in the eye. 8-26-13
Nodding
into the ground,
puccoon’s
last yellow leaves
lean like
sleepy pinwheels. 8-26-13
Above
the white pines circling—vulture.
He
sees me better than I see him and
he wonders
about my pen. 9-3-13
The
fading rosy lavendar that thinned out green.
That angle
of yellow light.
They
are all the end of something
the cool
air carries away. 9-4-13
Look,
there’s a catbird in the holly,
in a
circle of sun. He speaks softly.
I hear
him. 9-4-13
So
many days, books and libraries
soak
up the hours. What choice?
No
choice. 9-11-13
Four
geese overhead make an arm of a V.
They
talk about it. 9-11-13
I’m
feeling a little like columbine today,
yellowed
and browned by the difficult summer.
Still upright
on its stems, it is, though. 9-12-13
A
round robin
of three
families of noisy crows—
a circlet
of crows? 9-14-13
Sieboldii’s
one pink flower has a friend.
And it
has a mouth.
Well, a
flower mouth. 10-31-13
Yellow
sassafras and
cinnamon
myrtle dance—
dark light,
dark light, dark light. 10-31-13
I
wrote it. I sent it. No surprise.
Let it
be real in spite of everything. 11-10-13
Whose
oak leaf fell in my hair?
A
gift, a spinning gift
for the
turning moment. 11-10-13
