His Call

He calls and repeats his call,it travels on the tepid breeze,encircles the weary woodland,rises up to crafty cumulus clouds,trails passed each blade of grassand falls into empty, murky marsh. He waits and waits even longer,his tune falls to silent, vacant realms knowing her image trails in his mind,lifts his head and rises high to listening,heContinue reading “His Call”

May Day

Perhaps, “mayday” was a warning cry for warmth after a long bitter winter years ago?Maybe only the spring peepers really know how to cheer on an early May’s jubilant song?Were the migration of birds dismayed as snow steadily seeped in frozen ground? On the brighter note… Mayflowers nodded their sleepy heads on bare branched forestContinue reading “May Day”

The Earth

In the beginning darkness spread its veil,before the setting of the first golden sunset,earlier than man stepping on the earth;at first ALL was righteous, good, upright.Originally, it was God who made a perfect, pleasant place for all to live in harmony! In the end, it becomes the creation’s honor,as time trickles to an expectant climax, toContinue reading “The Earth”

A Vine

What is a branch without a leaf,a lovely, lush, living gem of green?Where does the vine first connectbeneath the dark, deep, dim earth?When does the branch give birthto tender bud, to juicy fruit, to life?Why does the branch bare badly;it has dried and is no longer rooted. Without sturdy roots,a branch becomes just tinder; embersContinue reading “A Vine”

A Tale

Translucent wings flutter as stain glass beauties swoop and then soar for a meal;in days long gone another dragon spiecesspied the landscape looking for unique treasure other than pesky, tiny misquotes. White tailed rabbit nibbling! Emerald islands float, tufted succulentsbouncing, blooming, bursting forth in sun;a healthy meal at duck pond. Circular vegetation, a meal on watery floating plate,Continue reading “A Tale”

Breaking Stillness

Still there’s a slice of iceencasing the marsh as glass;stiff, sharp becomes a screenprotecting you from prey.Visions of rich, dense duck weedand brown, earthy tuffs ofmarsh grass huddle waiting for cloudless sky.But morning chill tellsanother story of early spring. Buried deep you rest. With scentof spring playing games ofhide and seek; you find no aromaContinue reading “Breaking Stillness”

One Hundred Stood

One hundred stood shading;tall, trusting, thriving treestill the heavens openedtheir mouth like a multitude ofmottled black humpback whales; spouting, raging upon earth.Pounding, pounding, poundinghuge, hungry, hurtful torrentsof rain racing and running pastand though my hundred; blood  flowing in the earth rooted vainlandscapes now lapping at once study, towering trunks with barkoozing crying like a child inContinue reading “One Hundred Stood”

Journaling Wisconsin: Sandhill Cranes

Elegant, lengthy, lovely legstrailing in March breeze;outstretched Victorian neckcurved, crooked cleverlystriving for morning sun.Warbling, warbling melody etching news in cluttered sky,“Sandhills Cranes with scarlet mascara have finally arrived!”If only they would return my gaze when summer swelters in. Whether stepping singly across a wet meadow or filling the sky by the hundreds and thousands, SandhillContinue reading “Journaling Wisconsin: Sandhill Cranes”

Dog Goodbyes

It’s been a few years now,days, weeks, then months;yet his stare still sojourns,stuck in my healing heart. What is it about memories muddling minds; awakeningemotions buried deep thenoverturning mended heart? It was a pleasant Marchsurrounded by new birth;cranes, cardinals, crowsshared the open spring skies. What I didn’t know was deathinvades at will; wearing wearyapparel evenContinue reading “Dog Goodbyes”

Journaling Wisconsin: At Turtle Creek

Turtle creek flows under a weathered bridge where an old country road meanders.In spring crowds of geese gather noisily;tucked atop brittle corn stubble fieldsunning eastwardly on many mornings. The Red-wings are causing a rumpusatop pompous grasses swaying in wind;perched too on worn fence posts aligned like stretched dominos, as kill-dear chatter along road trusting their nestsContinue reading “Journaling Wisconsin: At Turtle Creek”