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
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
the gulls face the waves perched on their own reflections water reaches nothing is washed away except time from this day © Sarah Whiteley
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
that day at Talapus the jays played in the pines above gracing our fingers with intrepid feet - strikingly light and agile things - like briefly holding a sliver of delight - bright-eyed and fleeting, as joyous things tend to be © Sarah Whiteley
a riot of starlings has settled in my head - a cacophony of ink blots - and I wonder, when they all at once take flight, which bits of me will be left behind?
I'm probably going to end up being haunted by the glowering ghost of Bach for this one, but then - how cool would that be? Ha!
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
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
a brace of camellia buds, pale gold and swollen, nod knowingly in the rain March puddles may come, but the thrush still shouts when he's discovered his mate April is at the threshold and soon a parish of sparrows will be singing themselves silly in the branches of the wild plum © Sarah Whiteley