After rain, a clearing wind came up,
sighing at first, then swelling with
expelled breaths and a whistling
exertion that framed the ghostly sky,
a lake of jagged cotton floats
on blue seas and sudden light
that hurt my eyes as it flickered
in the spokes of my Raleigh.

I biked my way on crushed gray stone
above the riverside as the first
gusts hit home—undulating serpents
of jettisoned air rippled and
wrapped around me, constricting
until I was almost still—then
seemingly undecided—hurled me down
a wooded hill to the river’s edge.

Evergreens waved wildly as I passed,
arrow tops and green sides shook—
raucous fat men belly-laughed as
winds whistled, singing in an
unknown language, and a mighty ruler
turned wheels of fortune, flicking
piles of dead leaves up and down.

Suddenly, Thor’s magical hammer was
put back, and the furious blasts
ended. I was caught alone straining
slowly uphill in still air, the
magic gone—and a mundane silence
weighed me down profoundly, more so
than all those failed promises of
furious blasts and gentle zephyrs.

Kookaburra’s in the tree
laughing away happily
swooping down to get a worm
who see’s them coming and starts to squirm
they give worms to their young
till they are ready to be sprung
Kookaburra’s in the tree
I can see one two three
The Kooka’s fly all around
as I spin on the merry-go-round
Kooka’s voices are so cute
sometimes they are sweet as a flute
they can be very loud
and make fun of you in a crowd
I’d like to fly up in the sky
so on my swing I do, when I go high

There’s the fabled bluebird of happiness,
who sings his pretty tunes,
and the “little bird” with the big mouth,
spreading idle gossip and rumors.

Then there’s the red-headed woodpecker,
with his “rat-a-tat-a-tat”,
and next, the yellow canary who …
“Taught he taw a puddy-tat”.

There’s the red, red robin that signals springtime,
bearing crimson on his chest,
and then the cock that crows, announcing the dawn,
to end our weary rest.

Next, there’s the pompous peacock,
with his “hundred eyes of Argus” plumes, who struts his stuff, and leaves a mess -
along with noxious fumes.

There’s the turkey in the straw,
with his crown and throat of red,
‘n the gawking cawing old BLACK crow,
bobbing his noisy head.

Next, there’s the blur of the busy hummingbird,
whirring by … with speed,
and the teenie-weenie little wren,
wrestling with a seed.

There’s the barn-owl
with his great big eyes,
always questioning … “Whoooooo”,
and then the screeching, screaming hawk, sulking at the zoo.

Next, there’s the gallant eagle,
soaring high in the clouds above,
and, finally, there’s the shy and gentle,
cooing … Mourning dove.

But, if I had to choose one bird to love,
the one I think I should,
is the one Perdue resembles,
which is “finger-lickin’ good”.

T’would be the lowly chicken,
well before the rest,
as oft’ my teeth sink deep into ….
her luscious, juicy breast.

Would you please pass me the gravy?
Thank you!

Spaghetti legs strut forward,

Sharp eyes gather information,

Head nods approval at each step –

Beak a black thorn

Poised to impale any worm

Breaking cover for a moment

In the forest of mown grass –

Tail, a sideways metronome

Each wag marking a heartbeat

Of progress on your

Purposeful journey

Your whole bearing speaks

Of strong intent

But

There is a note of gaiety

Something frivolous

About the way

You suddenly fly up

And tease me

As you brush my hand.

Words, ancient, escape me
yet I feel His warmth infinity.
for it is His world where we live, see.
Life yields to us … power …
weak, mighty, like Nature–
a storm or a shower.

We thrive in harmony
as, most the time, there’s no tragedy.
Fools, men, trod where they ought not be.
All things have a season,
a purpose, a reason.
Death, life, creates tension.

Often, men try to change
things outside their range—act very strange.
When things come ‘undone’, men rage deranged.
Nature laughs in our face,
at our sorrowful race,
gives us a change of pace.

In ev’ry hour, each day,
something can change momentum, its’ sway.
Nothing on earth will stand in its’ way.
Like leaves in autumn fall,
Nature surpasses all
doesn’t heed humans’ call.

Those things man can control
sometimes take on lives of their own, go,
change into things that we didn’t know.
With Nature by our side,
we can run but can’t hide …
by her warnings abide.

Respect her, let love shine–
her power is divine!