The bird you can hear is the one who has the sweetest song.
Earlier, I saw a heron flying and thought it was a ship slicing the air.
American goldfinch, drop of sun.
The birds give voice to the trees.
Two ravens ink the air.
How small the bird. How vast the sky.
After the rain, a house finch bathes in a pothole.
The sky lives through the birds.
Wet swallow, who destroyed your nest on this stormy day?
Swallows, turn my home into your nest. I am only here with your permission.
The barn swallow’s body is a sunset within the sunset.
Neighbor, how can you walk with your head down on this beautiful night?
One swallow, it seems, is having more fun in the air than all the rest.
Sweet robin, I didn’t see you there. But I heard your song.
I’ve had nobler animals in my life than humans.
Starling, that’s a window, not a way through.
When you clear the land, you must confront the sky.
Landscapers, what have you come to destroy?