yellow-billed cuckoos their croaking sounds distictive fast fluid wingbeats call out fresh literature written to sounds of thunder 24 Seasons Syllabic…
Colleen’s hokku an empty atticthe sound of April showersthunderous rumblings My Reply – wakiku: mottled clouds scud to and fro blue…
we know the last words squabbled the wren and robin knarled trees once verdant shadows gone as shade to shade awaiting…
the year has flown by buying a new calender one from yesteryear dreams from ago need new life I govern my…
light in the darkness winter birds brave the north wind bright red cardinal in anticipation seeks comfort in the morning sun…
I am an early riser and awakened to 33 degrees F, here in northern Georgia. The first thing that came to…
bared limbs skeletal demised by nature’s cold dew silent its purpose neath the ambered Autumn sky readied acorns replenish 24 Seasons…
leaves scurry airborne twisty turns and pirouettes connections undone Autumn grasses muted brown pre-dawn ground fog grays the air 24 Seasons…