Easter evening
a distant white-winged dove calls
clouds drift south
by James Brush
Category: Micropoems
These micropoems aka “small stones” are short observational micro-poem-things mostly about nature. They are the result of paying close attention to the world around and writing from those moments.
a pair of deer
stops grazing to watch us pass
daylight fades away
a blue jay flies
from the abandoned nest
half an eggshell
wobbles in the dirt
broken cup of sky
dry live oak flowers
a withered rain following
each southerly gust
abandoned nest
two mourning dove eggs
under open sky
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They abandoned the nest after a week, leaving two eggs behind. Don’t know if they decided they didn’t like our porch and dogs, or if they got eaten. I suppose now the grackles, jays, squirrels or whoever else will get some eggs soon.
the chickadee sits
on her nestlings, each breath
a feather’s tremble
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I think I’ll be posting my small stones here for NaPoWriMo and maybe past that. I’m not sure I want to keep maintaining two blogs. We’ll see.
leaves glowing backlit
along the trail catch my eye
’til the earth moves