Bird Watching

a cardinal

fire red

sings from the tree

medley of song

goes from branch

to branch

reveals his beauty

in color


there she is

shades of green

shimmer in sunlight

thick red beak

golden eyes

quiet in the brush

heard his lovely call


dVerse quadrillé with “fire”

On the road again going through Texas

Bird Watching


Led into the desert by the Spirit

Forty days

It was the Word that brought Him out

On fire for the Kingdom

And able to speak

Against the Pharisees of His day

He knew who He was

And ran knowingly

Into the burning man


dVerse prompt on the word “burn” in quadrille with thoughts of Aaron Joel Mitchell, age 41, who ran into the effigy of the burning man at Burning Man 2017.  


Great Blue Heron

They call you blue.  I say you are rather gray.  The mood you put me in when standing at the edge of the pond to fish out the koi.  Brilliant orange harpooned on the beak.  They say a koi can live for fifty years.

Now I watch heron on the beach, the silly legs straggling along the sand, or the patient one roosting in the tree over the lagoon.  There is a white heron on the lake today. Hard to forget the gray.

predator and prey

leave mark on gray windy sky

beauty in color

the oldest known koi was Hanako, who lived for 226 years

dVerse prompt for haibun in gray

Great Blue Heron


My goal this summer is to do a chapbook of a hiking trip to Cathedral Park in Canada.  I will be doing it in letterpress so brevity will be of great concern.  It will be about twelve pages on quality paper, hand sewn binding and a mix of haiku and other short forms.  Not sure of the print types that will be available to me yet.  Frank at dVerse has asked us to consider brevity so I am starting my project.  Each poem would be on its own page.


top of Stone City

glacier carved granite garden

alpine fir and larch


white cloud

castes shadow below

on mountain lake


distant mountains


across horizon


kwash kwash kwash

my steps grind the stones

of Stone City



White Pelican

The first white pelican I saw was in Florida.  My husband and I were driving past a pond and there it was resting on the water.  I shout white pelican, white pelican.  (We were sometimes birders.). Go around the block.  He won’t do it.  He keeps going.  There is only so much pain I can wear on my face.  I kept it there for days.

Now in Texas he says – did I tell you there were white pelicans on the lake yesterday?  White pelican, white pelican.  We walk to the lake seeing them from a distance.  We keep walking to the shore and there they are, about a hundred more.

find white pelican

migration flight in winter

wipes the pain away

White Pelican