Spring

tiger lilies bloom-
last year’s fallen leaves begin
dancing with the wind

crocus blooms –
a young robin
in my birdbath

Rest

evening in the woods-
footfalls in the the underbrush
betray my silence

a park bench-
convincing a crow
to let me sit

Birds

softly melting snow-
the trumpets of returning
canadian geese

the ides of march-
a robin graces
my dogwood tree

Empty

an empty barstool-
I decide to take a risk
on conversation

empty glasses-
my napkin
torn to shreds

Windy

blowing on my tea-
before dawn the feral wind
roars in frustration

walking my dog-
the wind nips
at my heels

Winter

early spring flurries-
a young robin perches in
snow covered holly

peach sunrise-
frost glazes the
juniper berries

Vampire

the creak of hinges-
curtains drawn against the light
rising in the east

fading daylight-
the rustle of
leathery wings

Raccoons

well before sunrise
the clamor of rubbish bins
echoes in my sleep

venus rising-
masked bandits
steal my trash

Snow

the scent of rabbit
coaxes the fox from her den
and into the snow

late winter-
fresh snow
on the deadfall

Mist

in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides

morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore