This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?
Tag: nature
Hummingbirds, Life, Death
I watch a hummingbird
And wonder about time
Are we only allowed
A specific number
Of heartbeats?
Within the Morning Rain
I lay within the morning quiet
My mind drifts to memories
As rain’s drumbeat calms.
A strange, irrythmic sound
Unexpected gaps of silence
Cool air chills my fingers
The Great Blue Heron
This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh
Reading Gary Snyder
The morning quiet
I’m reading Gary Snyder
His words speak to me
My journey overlaps his
Mountains, rivers without end
Snyder’s has long been amongst my favorites. My personal overlap with his life a big part of that. My journeys through the Pacific Northwest, through Oregon, California; life and an eclectic array of work all make me feel a spirit connection.
Seattle’s Smoky Air
The smoke will soon clear
And autumn’s blessing will come
Scrubbing the air clean
Lion Hearted
A fierceness within
Combining with dignity
The King of Narnia
Blank Pages
As night is falling
Blank pages are calling me
Capturing my heart
Summer’s Sunlight
Summer’s flowers bloom
This season of bursting life
The sun’s energy
The Forest Ghost
Silently through trees
The majestic forest ghost
Immense and stealthy
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 