2 early

olive vestige
ruminates early
is master robin
hints of spring
not my thinking

hummingbirds

hummingbirds huddled in a row
seeking warmth from the back porch light
tourists of all kinds feathers guard

me

trees have clusters of leaves
ants live in colonies
birds fly in flocks
crickets and me
chirp along

snow

little yellow birds
stripe away the seeds
as tiny snow flakes
cover their backs

so says me

yellow warbles sing my favorite song
announcing sweetly they want more thistle
so sings birds to me

pale with cream and rice of white
desserts should always be puddings
so sings me to myself


squash and yams and carrots
vegetables yellow of all kinds
so sings me

not yet

a tiny island near the river bridge
yield home to huddles of geese
blended beneath frosty dew
capped unresponsive ice
their cue to leave
hasten their go

burr cold

eagle sitting in cottonwood
gleaming exquisiteness
down by the river

watching the water he was
flowing ice by monday
he knows he knows

staying the winter here
showing off dazzling beauty
i love finding one i love finding one