Seasons

Clouds so thick

they put down

roots

Young aspen

practising

quakers

Incoming geese

Periwinkle sign passports

brings remission with a V

of the blues

Feel the sun

butting the buds

open

Blossoms

Trout lilies nod expand

they know the sky

they know

Lilac

a scent by which

we mark the calendar

Weather report

May? showers

By all means and fresh rainbows

Yes. You May

2

Crickets

ventriloquists

of summer

Loon cries

increase the loneliness

of lakes

It’s untrue

They leave that that bats

to the silence make it darker

of owls

Morning warblers

refresh

the joy of hearing

Comes the hedgehog

And the bumblebee who lives on pins

non-aerodynamic and needles

existentialist

Horses stand

awash

in the setting sun

Anticipate

Nighthawks if you can

swoop the firefly’s flash

gathering the evening

3

Prophetic winds fill

the graveyard

with signposts

Then a scurry

of stormspurred

sparrows

A lamentation of geese

Hummingbird leaves in the early

to cruise dusk

the Carribean

Squirrels

pad

their acorn accounts

Cedar waxwing

Blue jay insists feathered scholar

it’s never too late knows his berries

to scold

Grackle

predicts a turn

for the worse

Flies buzz

in this cast-iron against the chill

autumn pane

stained with rust

4

Fly husks on sills

reflect

the year’s demise

Ptarmigan advises

“kuk-kuk-kuk

go back-goback”

Deer bundle

Coyote lingers in the laurel

to school us thickets

in survival

Fashionable spruce

knows how

to wear snow

Strange angels

Frostfeathers leave their three-D

lace shadows

the cabin glass

Cabin Fever

medicine

runs low

As

Days does

begin the woodpile

to lengthen