Category: birds
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Ruby Crowns
Such a furtive, nervous creature, like meSo tiny, not an easy bird to seeIt felt like such a happy coupThe day I could identify youNow I know you easilyBy glance and soundI know I cause anxietyWhen you flash your ruby crown.If only humans communicatedSo effectivelyIf only we could see and listenReflectively, with sympathyEven when we…
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Albatross Wisdom, Nature Psyche #20
It may seem odd, but I love seabirds, especially albatrosses. They live their entire lives (which can last as long as our own) over the ocean, coming ashore only to the remote islands where they were born to raise their chicks. How amazing is that? Some beautiful photos, and words:
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Autumn Reflections
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Impressions of Autumn
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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The Nature Psyche #10. Lost Voices, A Haiku Poem.
First language, first music Our Earth ever heard The voices of birds Waves of sound, Carrying, Traveling, heralding Life’s expansion of emotion Human ancestors Heard you, did they envy you? Did they long for your song? Nature’s slow clock Ticking, tinkering, misty hands Of Evolution A forest, rustling leaves, Your songs, are quietude For anxious…
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The Nature Psyche, #9. Curious Crows
I can’t share the video here, but a pair of crows landed on this tree and began tearing off big, thick chunks of moss. I’m not sure what they were up to–they didn’t seem to find any food–but they were fun to watch, and reminded of the Robert Frost poem below. Crows are one of…
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The Ancient Mariner, part two
After the uncanny visitation by the water snakes, and his blessing of the snakes, the ancient mariner is himself blessed with sleep and, upon waking, with fresh water in the form of rain. Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the…
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The Ancient Mariner, part one
I put out these Ancient Mariner blogs right after creating my website 3 years ago, before I knew what I was doing. I thought “Hey, I don’t need to watch the WordPress tutorial video.” I posted these without any tags or categories. They will always be two of my finest and favorite blogs, so they…
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