Woodpecker Micropoem

Thoughts while perched on a branch – It’s peaceful up here, gazing skyward Blue? No, not enough Azure, cobalt, sapphire? It’s a start My wings ache to touch the sky, dip in its richness How much lovelier would I be with royal blue feathers?

Pine Grosbeak – a reminder to stop for beauty

On a crystal clear morning, with snow in unmelted patches, I saw a pair of Grosbeaks. Hiking with a birder friend who was more concerned with physical exertion than admiring our surroundings, she continued forward as I stopped to capture a few shots. When we finally stopped for water and a rest, I showed theContinue reading “Pine Grosbeak – a reminder to stop for beauty”