Category: Wild birds
Mourning dove
The mourning dove
Ambles along
Unhindered by the knotted cares of
A world run astray.
Only the wind
Speaks to her
And the great sky
Above,
Where the blue dove
Smiles,
Wreathed in bells of sunlight,
Their light
Falls on ancient stone sundials,
That foretell
The times that are
And yet to be.
Then only the earth-lit rains follow after
That sing
Their song
Of lilting laughter,
That drizzle down quiet afternoons.
Only the peace
Of the presence of Eternity.
The unraveling mystery of the runes.
Overhead fly the geese
Of spring
And the white butterfly
Who flits, twinkling,
Among the sage brush dancing
Gently in the wind,
Their stems still gray
From the length
Of the snowing days
Of winter.
Out of emptiness climbs
Strength,
While the tall cliff anchors time
And in the creek below,
The minnow
Flits on by,
Silver-finned.
The dove takes flight,
Wings whistling
Into the unknown,
Alone, yet not alone,
With her crowds of brothers and sisters,
Where the juniper trees gather
Under the wings of spring,
In the brave winds –
Singing.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
Birds of the California Desert — Jet Eliot
Greater Roadrunner, CA We are lucky in this great state of California to have many different environmental habitats, providing a rich variety of bird and wildlife species. Let’s cruise down to southern California for desert birds. There are dozens and dozens of bird species in the California desert. Some species reside in a variety of […]
Birds of the California Desert — Jet Eliot
The Hawaiian Islands — Jet Eliot
Aloha! Let’s hop on a virtual plane and cruise to Hawaii for a tropical visit to a few major islands. Hawaii has approximately 137 islands, many of which are very small. There are eight major islands and we’re going to frolic on the four most commonly visited ones. We are 2,000 miles (3,200 km) west […]
The Hawaiian Islands — Jet Eliot
Bird of the Day: Blue-vented Hummingbird — Organikos
Carara National Park, Costa Rica
Bird of the Day: Blue-vented Hummingbird — Organikos
Only the white owl
It is only the white owl
From her tall
Pine
Spire
Who
Might see the pinecone grow
And who
Still remembers
Even now, the snow
Drifting across the misted moon
After the embers
Of centuries
Of dark fire.
It was only
A while ago
Among the gold cliffs
That black ravens sounded their raucous calls
Of wisdom-woven prophecies,
They who brought the end of time, at last,
This time that has drawn to its close,
And now the single petal of the rose
Falls.
There glimmer
Within the universe of beings, the silent
Springing feet of the herd of deer
Bounding ever higher,
Ever fast,
On their journey
Across the snow.
Soon,
In the beginning,
The gold face of the setting sun
Will appear
Through silver sheets of rain that shimmer,
While, in the wandering whiffs
Of bitter smoke, will sound the cries
Of yesteryear,
That linger, still heard, echoing among the far cliffs,
The spirit of days
Gone
By.
Now hills swept with snow
Travel farther back to
The land of mists and magic, flown.
There
The wings of butterflies
Unfold in the dawn,
In the beginning
That knows still the ancient ways
And there along the shore that goes to nowhere
The brave one
Walks on alone
In the far country,
The soul of courage,
Portender of knowledge.
The howl
Of the wolf, ascendant,
Will mark
The moment
When the moon
Rises over fields of stars, when Hanuman, hero
Of the earth and the skies,
In the beginning and the ending,
Brings clouds of peace that shine
Transcendent
Through the living fire of the distant dark.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
Holler Feeder~ —
The Holler after the rains. The birdies are happy, healthy and fat! For the first time we have goldfinch in large numbers, (tap or click to enlarge to see flying bird detail) feasting on a bowl of seeds, along with all the other finches and sparrows. The little black seeds you see scattered all over…
Holler Feeder~ —