There Are Turtles Under There

A turtle’s winter torpor still astounds,In part because I’ve studied not at allThe facts that herpetologists have found.As much as I love birds, I know their callsabout as well as I remember mathfrom high school, or grad school’s Greek grammar rules.I wonder much of constellation paths,But last night’s stars were making me a fool.And yetContinueContinue reading “There Are Turtles Under There”

Starling Sermon

A tree across the lake is crowned with spring,but early March can never boast of budsor leaves as thick as these. They are starlings.The naked tree has donned her feather duds. A thousand raucous birds in black arrayOf noisy splendor so uproariousthat when they flit in phalanx, silence saysYou’d better look. A moment gloriousof miniContinueContinue reading “Starling Sermon”

Deep Gratitude, High Praise: a poem with birds in it, and not the kind you eat.

Deep Gratitude, High Praise  after Psalm 111  Alleluia! The deepest in me Belongs to so much deeper, higher. Cormorants paddle past me Disappearing below the surface, Emptying elegant rows. For a few moments, as they move through Gray clouds doubled from High above their heads, I am distinctly aware that Just as these swimming birds Keep diving underwater, Leaving rippled traces on the Mirrored sky, and in emergence NeverContinueContinue reading “Deep Gratitude, High Praise: a poem with birds in it, and not the kind you eat.”