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”

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”

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”

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”

Listening

We just muddle throughsince some roads have no escape; to which two eyes learn. Hidden deep within the underbrush two ears and one tail steadily staresstudying its options for quick escape. Buried deep down within the heart,too tall a tale privately told forlearning of lessons with laughter. Concealed deep, an earthly secretto which we’re drawn listeningContinue reading “Listening”

A Thaw

Today it finally happenedthawingacross melting landscape whitishthick, trickling, tensecold snow shrinking from mounds to moaningslush under creaking snowshoes;singing! “He sends out His command to the earth; His word runs very swiftly. He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes; He casts out His hail like morsels; Who can stand before His cold?Continue reading “A Thaw”

February’s Thaw

Soften snow sweltersbeneath my snow shoed feet,as sun glistens then stirs each brisk February season. It’s a time of sharing hearts,of throwing kisses in the wind,as length of days chattermy drowsy woodland awakens. Icicles drip, drip, drip rhythmictapping upon snow, echoes thewoodpecker a symphony of soundsdown lazy land, pastoral paths. I still my stride in hopesContinue reading “February’s Thaw”