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”

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”

Journaling Wisconsin’s Spring: The Woodpecker

Woodpecker beating,beating on ragged bark;endlessly tapping, tormenting residents housed within.Awaking tiny pests, rousinginsect ruffians, courierwarning of their demise. Woodpecker beating,beating his own drum;forever drilling, dartinghis beak in then out.Arising strength within,forging ahead with lust,finding one’s inner vigor. “My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.Continue reading “Journaling Wisconsin’s Spring: The Woodpecker”

A Thing Called a Poem

Red breasted robin returned today;followed by a rattling, rambunctiousred-winged black bird babblingin tall rushes, tails puffed to seed. Skies a sapphire shade speak of spring;while tree buds are tucked tightly awayholding their breath, waiting to revealtheir packages of cashmere blooms. Well known is early arrival can crushand destroy a flourishing crop of fruits;so are aContinue reading “A Thing Called a Poem”