April windstorm

the winds that rushed in yesterday to strip branches of their blooms flipped trash can lids, sent them spinning down the street, cast crows into chaotic aeronautics and sent all songbirds deep into their shrubbed shelters but today, they come out singing blithely tumbling between trees, the sidewalks surprised by pink – awash in piles … Continue reading April windstorm

Sweet William

yesterday, I carried a sprig of Sweet William three miles to a favorite poet's grave simply because you do not have one and there, the trees were a free-for-all of birds - oh, gorgeous, noisome riot! some other Spring mourner before me had left a tiny, silver "s" of a snake - something you (poet, … Continue reading Sweet William

what the day contains

brown drifts of coffee grounds, and the tappings of the black-capped chickadee finding rhythm with the tick-ticking of spring rain on new-green locust leaves the passing hours mold the morning into the firmer lines of day, tracing the flights of fugitive birds - red hawk, wren, house finch, crow, ubiquitous dust-winged sparrow shadows lazily skate … Continue reading what the day contains

writing home

the small-birds have finally found the window feeder and the dogs are enthralled with their sudden proximity we are well, though feeling the spring in our bones - that gentle eruption debuts a new brand of restlessness the boards of the porch have been too damp for comfortable reading, and coffee for now is confined … Continue reading writing home

uncommon company

uncommon company comes cawing -purple gracing black- knocks politely on the wood, awaits his morning snack ****Crow Update**** It's been a while since I've done one of these and perhaps it's overdue? Coyote and his mate (now called Magda) had no surviving offspring from the spring's hatch. There's really no telling what happened but I … Continue reading uncommon company

November chickadees

November chill rusts the dogwood, scatters the locust seeds down the sodden street the maple this year shows an unusual reluctance for red but today gray was made a near beautiful thing - a frame for the darker darts of the chickadees in the yellow goodbye of the chestnut tree © Sarah Whiteley

feathers

August again, and the jays are leaving feathered remembrances in ones and threes on the sidewalks beneath the trees - showing sweet-shadowed maples the best places for leaves to lay come October © Sarah Whiteley Back with a new look! The idea is to begin incorporating my photography and art into the poetry blog (tiedtosky.wordpress.com … Continue reading feathers