Poems that express respect and wonder at the beauty and variety of Nature
It's May; I must get to the woods
where willows lift gaunt branches
to the sky, and piebald sycamores conceal an oriole's nest.
A trickling stream, diverted
by a beaver's dike, has made a
into a placid pond, where muskrats play
and a prothonotary warbler preens,
displaying golden head so dazzling,
it takes my breath away.