I saw my first-ever red-shouldered hawk today. We watched each other for a long time.
I saw the red-shouldered hawk where the brook and meadow meet. Part of me is still there.
I found where the killdeer go at night.
The internet is screwed. Take up birding.
I went outside to find the blue jay who was imitating a hawk. Instead, I saw a red-tailed hawk shoot out of my sweetgum tree.
There’s a northern flicker nesting in my silver maple.
Why am I so happy? Because I’m destroyed.
Suddenly, the air is snow-colored.
And sometimes a day like today is like / an empty room and this empty room / is a treasure. — Allison Grayhurst
Nostalgia, you are a leaking window.
Like finials, mourning doves embellish my fence on this otherwise unadorned day.
I saw an eastern bluebird in my yard today. I SAW AN EASTERN BLUEBIRD IN MY YARD TODAY.
I found two nests in the silver maple.
Two doors down, a boy rides his toy tractor through the leaves.
All the time I pray to Buddha / I keep on / killing mosquitoes. — Issa
My advice? Find some earth. Walk on it, slowly.
You can find me in the wetlands, but that’s not an invitation to come find me.
Night. A moth at my window. Hello.
I lost my curse words in the woods.
How I look when I see birds is not how I look when I see people.