Pebbled Poems of Spring

Flighting Surprise

In my morning mug
Cold milk, washed blue berries
Dark and delicious
Lay waiting for another swig

Wait; what’s that?
Adhering--a wispy white feather

Or more briefly:

flighting surprise

in my morning mug—
adhering to wet blue berries
a wispy white feather

--

humming attack

wearing my fiery red shirt
for Christmas, I open our
sliding glass door;
sudden jolt in front
of my startled face--
a flash of feathers hum-buzzes,
darts within inches of me;

but away it flits left
back to that flowering bush
along our fence--
me a reject

--







side of the road

gray shadowed mail box
overwhelmed green, red-purple
bloomed jungle wonder








--

Twilight: Crossing Shimmering Streams into Dusk and Stars


--

fall back to autumn

treetops blazing gold
with the last light of this day--
we lift our eyes

--Dan Wilcox

In the Light