by Kelly

in the quiet of

my pause, a muskrat rises —

overhead, a V

by Kelly

red I’ve seen today:

sumac berries, day lily,

cardinal in a tree 

by Kelly

hummingbird dashes

round my head, past my ankle —

I sip chardonnay

by Alison

the loops of her words

in a handwritten letter -

evening bird calls

by Kelly

morning woodpecker

in his tock tock tock I sense

notes of poetry

by Alison

perhaps that black bird

at the top of the pine tree

has haiku to share

by Alison

a hundred birds

or so it seems -

dark morning

by Kelly

Stuck behind a light

that goes red green red three times —

I breathe mindfully.

Suddenly, hundreds

of crows fill the sky. Hundreds.

I mean it. Hundreds.

From where? Going where?

Their doings are a puzzle

I wish I could solve.

Then maybe, maybe,

I could also figure out

which path I should choose.

by Kelly

the dogs keep eating

the bread crumbs I spread for birds —

good inentions ruined

by Kelly

a dozen pigeons

huddled on a high street light

in one degree sun