Monday, December 20, 2010

Prose: One little junco, so quiet

One little junco, so quiet

One little juno
sitting on the line
in a puffed-up jacket
and quiet, passing time.

soon the sparrows exit,
no more time to dine.
then the junco says,
“now the seeds are mine.”


as well, one blue jay came today.
all the other birds flew away.

More Bird Watching here.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Timely Prose: fire

together, we
can walk through fire.

alone, oft times

because the strike
of a match
can be too much.