gliding rocker
three abreast
found by students
brought to rest
where ecology is taught
shadowing trees
stir my childhood memories
lazy reading days
stretched across scratchy pillows
one toe dangling pushing
creaking metal to and fro
how savory wafting fragrance
grandma’s biscuits and honeysuckle
still my mouth waters so
gliding rocker
brings memories decades old
The fawn was as interested in me as I was in it
we both breathed quietly.
Yes, I was indeed almost directly beneath this immature re-shouldered hawk when he took flight
and let all the glorious autumn morning light shine through wings and tail.
fearsome itch for a wee ruby-throated hummingbird body
a peaceful pond seen through a natural window
I found this pair of house finches patiently waiting out the rain this morning.
doc ellen's journey 