Haiku: High-End Leaves

Finding beauty in the ordinary isn’t difficult when Nature surrounds us with it. Walking across the front yard, the vibrant leaf litter jumped out at me – and this leaf, in particular. In the sunshine, it really was this incredible color (no filters applied). This – like all of the seasons – is an eye-popping time of year. Take time to appreciate it.

Haiku: Dirty Girls

After a light rainfall, the girls were enthusiastically dustbathing, and it was such fun to watch. They dug into the dirt – still fairly dry from the drought – and covered themselves, kicking up their feet and flapping their wings. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be happy – dustbathing chickens are happy chickens!

More chicken happiness:

If only we could all be so easily amused. 🙂

Poem: Butterfly Found…And Lost

I saw a butterfly flutter by

A flash of color that caught my eye

Then, one morning, I also found

A butterfly upon the ground.

Its velvet wings heavy with dew,

I knew its journey was nearly through

But I was determined to at least try

To find a place where its wings could dry.

I placed it gently upon some wood

And like to think it understood

This was a place it could rest

And then, if it wished, continue its quest.

So I left it and continued on

With the chores to be done at dawn

And, later, when doing a round,

Found the butterfly, once again, upon the ground.

This time, though, I could tell

It would never move from where it fell –

Its wings, once outstretched and proud,

Were folded into a funeral shroud.

“Live fast, die young…”?

Will you return when Spring has sprung?

May there be plentiful Queen Anne’s Lace

Wherever you are, some other place.

I’ll look for you when flowers bloom,

Following the scent of heady perfume,

Beautiful Black Swallowtail, free of care,

Your spirit, unbound…and everywhere.

Learn more about the Eastern Black Swallowtail here.

Poem: In Memory Of The Lost Girls

It seems like just yesterday

That you were here –

Because it was.

And, yet, today

There is a hole in the universe

Where you used to be.

I know I won’t see you

Or hear your soft voice now

And my world is darker.

But I won’t be mired in sadness

Because you live on –

I am reminded daily.

Today, it was the vibrant blue

Of the chicory plant

You loved so much.

The flowers had opened

To the sun, and closed

When you departed.

They greeted me today

And I heard your voice, a whisper,

Or was it leaves stirring?

I rewind to better times

When you were in dappled sunshine,

Surrounded by sisters.

Goodbye, chicory flower,

Goodbye for now –

But I’ll see you again.