screech owl call
screech owl call
trembles in night air
chills my spine
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 January 2015
Photo credit: http://www.corbisimages.com,
Image by © Joe McDonald/Corbis
August 1993, Pennsylvania, USA
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: Birds
January 6, 2015
January 5, 2015
brilliant cardinal
brilliant cardinal
bare brown laurel branches
breathless winter morn
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perched alone Read the rest of this entry »
December 23, 2014
Dear Mom, As promised,
Christmas pictures from Longwood. Here they are! We got there about 4:15pm, early enough to miss the rush. Here’s what we saw as we walked toward the conservatory.
We stopped for a quick supper in the café. Read the rest of this entry »
December 15, 2014
wren song greets the day
wren song greets the day
bare bone trees and steel-gray sky
drop into background
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 December 2014
Photo credit: Jack Nevitt Photographer,
http://www.jnevitt.com stock photo
Photo credit: Jack Nevitt Photographer,
http://www.jnevitt.com stock photo
December 9, 2014
holly berries ooze
holly berries ooze
unclaimed rotting red orange
juice beneath my boots
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Where have all the robins gone?
Does anybody know?
Please tell them their annual fall feast hangs ready
on twigs with prickly leaves,
though not for long.
Ripe berries succumb daily
to squirrels and gravity.
Please tell them
I miss their sweet greedy scolding voices
outside my window.
I miss watching them gorge with gusto on ripe red berries,
as they get drunk on red orange juice,
and drop ejected pits
everywhere
beneath my boots.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 December 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, December 2014
December 6, 2014
“I am a little weary of my life…”
‘Tis the season to be jolly, right? It all depends. George MacDonald’s opening line for his December sonnets describes a state in which I find myself these days:
I am a little weary of my life….
He inquires about his weariness. Perhaps it’s from something that’s meant to be.
Shall fruit be blamed if it hang wearily
A day before it perfected drop plumb
To the sad earth from off its nursing tree? Read the rest of this entry »
November 11, 2014
noisy commotion
noisy commotion
young coopers hawk loses prey
aggressive squirrels score
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Mid-fall games are on
Outside my kitchen window
Hunger games
Power games
Survival games
(Not my backyard, not my vultures, not a fall scene–but it will do in a pinch!)
Outdoor tomcat–also not mine–takes victory strut around back yard
Proudly displays doomed sparrow clutched in mighty jaws
Enforcer squirrels rush into the fray,
Intimidate giant predators with much ado about everything–
Unexpected heroes in a bloodless war to the death
Seasoned hawk swoops to snatch juicy rodent
Young coopers hawk goes hungry for now
Are we having fun?
Not really
Too many victims
Too few heroes
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 November 2014
Photos from open stock on internet
October 7, 2014
drifting away
drifting away on
ebb-tide summer fades into
cool hazy memories
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 October 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser
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