Waiting
Too many birds fail to see the transparent glass. On this frigid day I hold the stunned female purple finch in my hands to warm her and then surround her with a paper towel hut, watching her catch up with herself as does her mate on a high branch. When I look back a little later she is gone, only to sit comfortably on the feeder the next few days.
a little tuft
stuck to the window
winter sunlight
These Frozen Woods
The translucency of mind in these frozen woods. My steps follow the long-hardened footprints of others down this path. Not here just a few days ago, a tiny, desiccated snake curled into itself, almost a circle, flattened to the frozen snow. A step past it like a bonsai island set piece a foot high evergreen in the center of a small mound of pebbly earth surrounded by a perfect ring of black ice. With the wind circling from this point above me one hemlock creak after another fills the silence.
cold blue sky
almost seeing through
the full day moon
Published in endless small waves, HMS press 2008
