Windows

Finally, fresh air

Windows open, allowing

Birdsong to blow in.

Skat@2020

Hope

New buds at tree-tips

Bringing God’s silent message—

The promise of Spring.

Skat@2020

Insects

zig-zagging buzzers
hovering around the trees—
hyper space-stations

skat©2019

In The Gloaming

Foggy evening: a
ghostly heron combs the creek,
seeking dinner-frogs.

Skat@2017

A Death in the Family

A few feathers, still
atop my fence-post; I chase
off a sparrow hawk.

skat@2017