Avian prayers

I do not “fill the
birdbath”. I am “answering
the prayers of a bird.”


Haiku: “Late Summer”

Red Dahlia heads summer-
heavy, dulled, bowed, resisting
Autumn’s furtive approach.

Autumn #2

The sky is bright with

the cold breeze, sunlight fragile

as bone reinterred.


Late autumn harvest:
Towels with soft firm bristly
skins, and white linen.

Rain clouds gathering at dusk

Two clouds meet. It’s a
slow introduction, and the
acquaintance so brief.