At the Feeder

unexpected bird

a January squirrel

- cheeky acrobat

Ripe

inverted grapes
flirting with the sky
-already drunk
with the promise
of summer

A Duck Story

A girl-duck and a boy-duck are swimming leisurely on my pool, which is yet to be prepared for summer...

This way... That way...

...beauty in the mirror of the dark water...

Suddenly, a rival arrives...

The girl-duck promptly retreats to the safety of the lily of the valley yet to bloom... She waits... Do I detect a mischievous sparkle in her eye?

The boys have a game of war to play... Notice how the water around them tells their tale...

They both fly away. Then, after a while, one comes back. Peace has returned at last... Which one is he? I think it's the rival who's gone...

So beautiful, regardless...

By the way, Chick with a Quill turns eight today... :-)

Taking Turns

This pair of cardinals has been gracing my backyard for many years and I was very worried about them during the brutal cold we had a few days ago, minus 18 F or minus 36 F with the windchill...

But here they are, on this balmy day of 12 F... Big sigh of relief...

They're always taking turns. He eats, she watches. She eats, he watches. Could be also because there's not enough space for them to eat at the same time... Welcome back!

He eats...

She watches...

He watches...

She eats...

Bunny Time

Now it blinks here

Soft and fragrant

Daydreams in a bed of clover

Now it stretches

Into shadows

Onto crunchy forest floor

Clover

Moon

Then, Moon and clover

Brother bunny

You and me

 (to a sweet bunny on this longest day of 2014)

First Snow in November

The Winter Queen is dancing

above the town

When she sways

and swirls

to the music

of angels

or of the spheres,

her ball gown

-regal as she is-

sheds pearls and diamonds

on her subjects

They make luxurious jackets

for trees and squirrels

and turn into hot kisses 

on my eyelids


 
 My backyard on this evening of November 27th, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!!!

Scenes from My Garden While It Still Holds the Illusion of Summer

tiny bug, 

                lovely bug

don’t come too near 

I have to smile 

                        -make me smile! 

for you would drown in a tear 

Summer in my Garden

strange things happen

i become smaller and smaller

sister to the small things

 

i scurry with chipmunks

hop with grasshoppers

scare crickets with my fiddle

i congregate with blackbirds

to steal the raspberries

before the children come out to play

then hide in a petal

to watch their eyes grow wide

i get drunk on petunias’ perfume

bumblebees invite me to dance

at dusk

i fall in love

with a butterfly

In my Garden

Little eerie kingdoms of beauty grace the shadows. I dream of being ant sized, about to walk through an enchanted forest,



gather fragrant pearls splattered on gowns of chlorophyll,



or hide unknown under a mallard’s wing and contemplate the world from the perspective of the spring sky.



Have a beautiful weekend, everyone!