dancing in the grass juncos feeding in the rain what do they ponder?
winter bares food, too
and the birds know where to seek
so life continues
Found these berries on a recent walk. Summer, of course, bursts with live giving foods for all. Winter, it seems, is more stealthy. But food is present!
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
sunlight through this glass
floating across the pages
a crow laughing
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.