Articles tagged with: flight
The twists and turns of an ambitious young starling.
Have you a better way to go crazy?
A Black-capped Chickadee hovers mysteriously,
the point where speed meets gravity and an overcast day
is lit by a small missile.
A White-breasted Nuthatch promises the impossible,
a figment of my imagination,
charming and rude all at once.
Not enough energy? Rebellious songbirds show off,
rolling and tumbling, tangled-up in battle.
A Northern Cardinal seems to mock the shackles of winter’s tether.
Her crimson cries are a sonic portal to spring.
Two starlings tangled, twisted and knotted tight,
ravaging the symmetry of the winter sky.
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Jennifer Kautz sent me poem inspired by a starling image from my post ‘Competition ain’t nothin’:
Leaving the past behind
Am I freed from the shackles of my past?
I have confronted my dragons
though painful and hurtful the mirror does shine
to thee I did not love
misunderstanding the lesson
for I could not vow to another
what I could not give to myself
but in shedding I could renew my own love
and leave those behind that were not to the task
for I am the most capable of all!
I’m happy to announce I’ll be joining Bees in Art Gallery in the UK,
sister gallery to The Land Gallery, exhibiting artwork by leading artists
inspired by bees and other Hymenoptera.
Bees in Art is curated by Andrew Tyzack, graduate of The Royal College of Art,
London, UK and third generation beekeeper. Andrew runs several beehives and
paints in the East Riding of Yorkshire, UK.
More gallery information and my Bees In Art news announcement.
Here’s a tiny insect Olympian, small enough
to use a blade of grass to do chin-ups,
ghosts of other bees pass by in the background.
This little athlete also appears in my book featuring the world of bees, Bee Dreams.
The aftermath of a skirmish over a seed,
a pair of finches bicker throughout the morning,
the loser falling away,
ready to fight again.
I’m bewildered by a fierce and determined grackle,
his motivations murky, leaving unanswered questions
in his angry wake.
Watch my confusion and surprise,
as if the whole world has turned to midnight all at once,
whatever mischief I expected,
it was not she I thought to find!
For Kathe
A male house finch cries out in judgment,
not sure he likes the 21st Century.
