Sunflowers. August 4, 2020
Different stages
waiting in the wings versus
final curtain call
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poetry
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Chiricahua Mountains. May 14, 2019
One spiny lizard
clinging to smooth weathered wood
long toes an asset
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September 12, 2020
Bee and butterfly
treading lightly on this earth
we could do the same
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September 14, 2020
Galloping along
narrow wire high above ground
supreme confidence
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Cooper’s Hawk. May 23, 2020
Waiting to retrieve
dead Mourning Dove from the deck
flew off without meal
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From long ago hike
when husky met porcupine
a pointed exchange
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American Robin. Rock Island, IL. June 4, 2020.
Could be take-off or
coming in for a landing
that feather’s no clue
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Patio bloom. July 12, 2020.
Almost missed her there
worker ant making the rounds
colorful work space
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Spotted Towhee & House Finch. July 26, 2020.
Water for the bees
Towhee and Finch say “Yes, please”
clean feathers are key
Music in my heart
Grand Island, NE. June 2, 2020.
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
~ William Wordsworth
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Off I-76. June 5, 2020.
Accidental pic
each look gives me vertigo
my world at a slant
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Question for this crowd:
do you oppose fascism
or only the masks?
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Owl Creek Pass, Colorado. July 30, 2019
Twisting mountain roads
scenery great temptation
eyes on the road, yo
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Square Top Lakes hike. August 28, 2019.
A lifetime ago
laughing, talking on the trails
little did we know
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Neighbor’s ash tree. May 29, 2020.
Partially clad limbs
but mostly naked branches
too many cold snaps
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Common Grackle, June 2, 2020. Grand Island, NE
Name change is needed
this Grackle isn’t Common
note regal plumage
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May 29, 2020.
Storm clouds gathering
unrest above and below
we shall overcome
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Whiskered Screech-Owl. Cave Creek Canyon. May 14, 2019
Eyes closed to the world
moment of calm solitude
a truly wise owl
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Kapok Park. April 1, 2019.
Stealthy limpkin prowls
tasty snails hiding on stalks
one long wading game
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Black-billed Magpie. April 1, 2020.
Corvid silhouette
springtime branches budding out
brushstrokes against sky
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River walk, Blakeslee, PA. August 18, 2019.
If you look closely
over and underexposed
but also detailed
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Irrigation ditch. March 30, 2019.
Delicate balance
sustainable extraction
symbiotic life
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April 17, 2020.
Can’t tell from this pic
tail-flicking squirrel enraged
I feel the same way
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Silver Jack Campground. July 29, 2019.
Forest resident
quiet campsite inspector
may we meet again
Enter this wild wood
Chiricauhua Mountains. May 14, 2019.
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature . . . .
~ William Cullen Bryant
(Note: After posting this, I realized it all felt very familiar. Probably because I’d posted the same words very recently.)
Tracy Abell 