Blackout in Berlin
left to their own devices
anarchist power
Blackout in Berlin
left to their own devices
anarchist power
heron feathers stand
icy current rushes past
words poised on paper
long night of winter
a dung beetle burrows deep
the crooked earth smiles
balsam firs weighed low
a snowshoe hare eating twigs
downwind, a red fox
snowdrops peeping through
the power of a bare oak
a bed of snowflakes
sipping the nectar
fragrance of painted lady —
a crab spider strikes
sodden leaves squelching—
wellingtons stride through puddles
heron undisturbed
River through city
Street lights burning like candles
Icing bus shelter
O to be Irish
Wild on wings of a story
Living in the rain
sandstorm approaching,
geckos hunting scorpions —
a restless moon shines
saltwater croc waits
a bird picking its teeth clean –
associate love
a monk chants the psalm
sonorous from temple’s drum —
cherry blossoms fall
perhaps an earthquake —
a butterfly tastes the wind
jellyfish abide
Jumping spider down
yearns to reinvigorate
a rain drop reflects
stock grazing grassland
cow pats baking, sun blazing
dung beetle rolls ball
toxic milkweed leaf
a caterpillar feeding —
synthesis unfolds
style of the peacock
a child runs to feed beauty
a bunch of black grapes
no flinch from rhino
oxpecker drops on its back
the guard has alighted.
a wild horse hungry
prickly pear cactus beyond –
the rein of winter
arbitrary bees
brushing pollen from crocus
delightful saffron