A pelican that yawns skimming the sea, And splashes when his bill catches a crest; A fledgling owlet tumbles from a tree; An eagle lands, but overshoots its nest; The imprint of a dove in window dust, When wounded pride's the only injury; These graceful creatures clearly can't be fussed, To find amusement in lost … Continue reading March 29: Amazing Grace

I took a shortcut shown me by a friend, And overshot my destination, though Instead of turning back towards that end, I chose the distant path I didn't know. The gate was locked, but easy to slip through, The road so steep that small steps were required, But in the elbow of a bend, the … Continue reading March 6: The Road Taken

I like it when I see the chance of rain Is only ten percent, it makes me wonder Which one of ten of us is preordained To end up soaked and deafened by the thunder. I keep a weather eye upon the clouds To see if any might have me in mind Enough to seek … Continue reading March 5: Ten Percent

How I commend you, beauteous, doughty booties Whose gusset is so firm about my calf That I may intersperse my daily duties With splashing and propensity to laugh, I brace my bumpershoot against the gusts And when it changes, I adjust my route, Unlike the passers by, who are nonplussed To find their brollies newly … Continue reading February 28: Hey Ho! The Wind and the Rain!

An arching pine, bedecked with pollen cones, Invites the birds was well as curious fingers. Though it may make some sneeze when it is blown, When touched, the gold corona rarely lingers. Upon a limb a tanager alights, From twig to twig the clever sparrows dart, Distinctly they arrive with colors bright, But counterfeit goldfinches … Continue reading February 11: Pollen Good Time

Whilst wandering between my workday tasks, I paused upon a pavement near a tree, And squinted through its leaves as if to ask Just who it was that chittered thus at me. And perched upon the loftiest of twigs A hummingbird, afluff in coat of green, Magenta scarf, and iridescent wig, Demanded the location of … Continue reading January 10: Calypte anna

Outside my bedroom window was a blank; Familiar hidden by a fallen cloud- In its embrace all noise and sunlight sank, To sleep beneath the insubstantial shroud. I yearned to run outside and gladly fill My lungs with thick, rejuvenating haze, To breathe the silence and the morning chill, To pull my mind from its … Continue reading January 8: Marine Layer