Poem for Thanksgiving

Mr. Owl’s Apology
 
High above
the woodland din,
perched on a
listing redwood
limb,
I spy
the hollow
far below
where humble
creeks
and rivers
flow,
where songbirds
flit and
beauty lies,
where greening
trees and
bluing skies
hide forest
creatures
shivering,
their flittering
and fluttering
their wintering
and summering,
set my heart
a spin-owing.

Hide ‘n Seek

I wonder where
the blackbird went—
the one who sang
all night?
I wonder why
this songbird hides
whenever it is light?

Does he fear
the chilly
white—
or does he just
prefer
the night?

Goodbye, summer!

Mr. Moon

Mr. Moon
in purple sky
see your moonlight
riding high.

slipping under
clouds of snow,
feel your magic
in my toes.

can you see
my starry face,
peeking through
this leafy gate?

do you know
I’m hiding, too,
catching moonbeams
just like you?

Summer Spiritual

Summer Spiritual

See that young boy

running down the street?

running down the street?

running down the street?

Smell that honeysuckle

blowing in the wind

blowing in the wind

blowing in the wind?

Hear that sparrow

singing in the trees?

singing in the trees?

singing in in the trees?

Feel that bluegrass

poking through your toes

poking through your toes

poking through your toes?

Taste that cornbread

crunching in your mouth

crunching in your mouth

crunching in your mouth?

Love that big world

twirling all around

twirling all around

twirling all around!