Spell

Quiet dirge,

twilight.

Moon born

half light.

Mind, mind, mind.

Snow drift,

midnight.

Dark raven's 

vexed sight.

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Rearranging Rooms

I watched two robins discuss the placement of a particular piece of blue yarn.

He thought it better inside than out. She thought it better lost than found.

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Craning

I worry about the crane

flying north towards 

winter's edge

the same way I worry 

about my C average self,

right half the time.

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Dove Aria

Ten thousand mornings

pass and my dove claims

to have birthed each one.

Cooing from her perch 

like the passing sun

"Wake up you buffoon."

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Contrails

In flight

the dove 

murmurs

my love, 

my love.

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Birdsongs

Striving to be bird-like

I’d sing only 

when I have something to say.

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She’s So Smart

Does the owl

get it’s wisdom

from the entrails

of her victims?

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Earlier Bird

The willow grove 

hoot-hoots 

before the cock crows.

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Dove

This dove
sits serene

yet, I know

it too 
will become 
prey.


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