bird

in a copper bowl
beneath a blooming dogwood
a robin splashes

sudden showers-
a crow flies
through the rain

Birds

a mackerel sky-
skeins of canadian geese
flying overhead

routine commute-
cardinals cross
my path

Birds

softly melting snow-
the trumpets of returning
canadian geese

the ides of march-
a robin graces
my dogwood tree

Birds

her worn threadbare coat-
piles of bread crumbs spread between
the bird lady’s feet

a park bench-
sparrows land
on my shoulder

Bird

tufts of rabbit fur
strewn across the forest floor
beneath the owls nest

burning sands-
the condor casts
a broad shadow