Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Birds sing of delight
night rain has paid a visit
earth is drinking deep

He is the best boy
all joy and full on stalwart
puppy heart still beats

The rain has borne fruit
green retakes us overnight
color close behind

bird wing cloud flies
to welcome returning birds
lilac buds are green

tree crowns washed by sun
dawn’s point of gleam inching right
buds are not ready

silver cloud fingers
swift birds fly across the wind
dawn light rising cold

blowing wind comes fast
scraping at the full moon’s light
spring is not here yet

slow flurries dancing
flemish clouds framing the sun
wings beating on snow

doves feed at first light
days stretching out at each end
more snow is falling

many rowdy jays
a feather hunched morning dove
hawk gliding over

white pines draped in snow
fierce winds shepherd the new storm
birds will need more food

waking up to snow
brushed on wide arm pine branches
doves waiting for sun