Jean Munsee

It began as tiny as a dust mote Dancing in the mist Of the swirling waterfall Hundreds of feet deep in the narrow canyon Then circling, circling Upward and outward As if on golden tendrils Increasing in size As it rose Finally soaring White head and tail radiant in the sun Huge wings outstretched to […]

It began as tiny as a dust mote Dancing in the mist Of the swirling waterfall Hundreds of feet deep in the narrow canyon Then circling, circling Upward and outward As if on golden tendrils Increasing in size As it rose Finally soaring White head and tail radiant in the sun Huge wings outstretched to […]

There once was a sweet rufous hummer Who came to my feeder all summer He twisted and twirled His bright colors swirled Now it’s winter- he’s gone What a bummer! Jean Munsee

Why don’t the words come When they came so readily before? Beauty, the stuff of poetry, is still here The birds call and squabble at the feeders The flowers bloom and go to seed The wind whispers in the tree And the fog lounges lazily on the distant ridge As the sun creeps shyly through […]

Don’t you know it’s too early? Can’t you see the others Still cuddled and huddled in their robes of green Crowding together against the cold, wet, wintry day Not ready yet to welcome them Or you? Why are you willing to stand so tall In radiant yellow Your brazen bugle blaring? It’s true The primroses […]