Finally, fresh air
Windows open, allowing
Birdsong to blow in.
Skat@2020
Finally, fresh air
Windows open, allowing
Birdsong to blow in.
Skat@2020
New buds at tree-tips
Bringing God’s silent message—
The promise of Spring.
Skat@2020
zig-zagging buzzers
hovering around the trees—
hyper space-stations
skat©2019
Foggy evening: a
ghostly heron combs the creek,
seeking dinner-frogs.
Skat@2017
A few feathers, still
atop my fence-post; I chase
off a sparrow hawk.
skat@2017