Thursday, February 26, 2015

Bohemian Waxwings






Bohemian Waxwings

Nomadic
you follow the fruit
swallow your pleasures whole.


Photos and words copyright 2015 Carol Steel

Snow and Ice





The bird feeders wear ice lace, snow hats and icicles. 

My neighbour told me we've had over
twelve feet of snow this winter.

The ducks sit on the snow banks waiting for breakfast 
and are nearly eye level with us, as we sit at the kitchen table.

Our yard is waves and troughs of snow, a seascape of white.

It's all lovely but I'm weary of wading through snow 
and snow and snow.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Come See



Blue Jays lunch on cracked corn leftovers scattered on spruce. In discovery and discussion, they are screaming children at play. Come see, come see.


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Winter Goes On



 "My snow bank is higher than yours."
This refrain, this relentless winter,
a season of snow measured
in vertical feet.


Despite our whining, the winter offers 
woods of magic shadows and light.



The chickadees and blue jays
fill trees with the chattering joy 
of their daily rounds.



Icicles form 
on eaves and porches,
 on the north side of the bird feeders,
the elbows of trees.





Winter is 
what winter is.




Snow and cold
and so much beauty.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Message



The crow's voice sounds clear
in the cold. A pigeon lies
 dead on the snow.




Words and photos copyright 2015 Carol Steel

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Winter Solitude



Winter solitude
in a world of one color,
the sound of wind.

Basho

(translated by Robert Hass)