The Poetry of Flying

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts

  ... in the streams of breaths through the feathers...  

Infinite and Ancient

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts

Osprey is in the air above the salty pond, a piece of ocean hugged by grasses
  where egrets and many others spend tranquil summers...

Cruising, hovering, with the steel focus on the pond...
   then, in a matter of seconds, thrusts herself into the water,
         and comes out with a fish...
 
       Freezes my whole state.

    And the bird is only doing what she must...  

In the Shadows

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts

 Middle of the summer, a hot day, full sun...
   the time to be in a forest, among trees that bring shade, breeze, calm,
      and
    make me take deep breaths and sense aromas of the woods... 

Summer Crowds

 Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

This place is in the middle of the traffic that goes about and never lets IT be in peace.
 Since the pond keeps water that all of us who live here drink,
    surrounding patches of woods, meadows, and Black's Nook are kept as strainers.

 The pockets of urban sprawl where wildlife comes for a visit from time to time,
   and Nature seems to be striving to reassert herself

  in surprisingly unexpected moments...