snowstorm no one expecting the bluebird
morning hike a cottontail standing in the snow
ice crystal tethered to the briefness of winter
swift current the sycamores tinged with rust
hughes mountain a fog drifts into our silence
trail guide each black-eyed susan
snowy owl how many miles did I walk to get here
a white tail negotiating the riffles
female cardinal red enough to be a beacon in the cedar
spotting a gray fox every color in the crayon box
lunch time a butterfly in a field of thistle
a scraggly wildness in the milkweed blooms
no one knows how they got here gooseberries part of the fence
sunny umbrellas the gray headed coneflowers
it's not spring until the redbuds open
sleepy hollow the sudden gold of witches' butter
the purpleness of a prairie in september
rain clouds on our last walk together
Inspired by 2020's Natural Events Calendar
