Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

The Birds We Search For

For years I searched in vain,
Through frigid winters and icy rain,
And sweltering summers that melted my soul,
I yearned for a shot,
And I came close.

On a deep snowy mountain, I caught a glimpse,
I grabbed for my camera,
Oh, I did dash,
But he was gone in a flash.

When crossing the river on a warm spring day,
He sat on a stump,
Only meters away,
Yet as I saw his feathers sway,
In the cool breeze of May,
I knew then he would get away.

Oh, I searched far and wide,
Chasing every call,
Only to watch him glide.

Then one autumn day,
I awoke from a slumber,
And started to take a picture of all nature’s wonder.

Suddenly as my lens focused,
There he was right on my screen,
After all my yearning,
And all my learning (and frankly all my sun burning),
He perched on a tree pecking away,
And my camera clicked and clicked away,
Then I finally got my shot among the autumn crocus.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Reflections of Early Autumn

The piercing call of a broad-shouldered hawk,
A gentle trickle of sunlight cascading through the trees,
Rainbow Trout rising from a flowing stream,
Golden leaves breaking off from branches and taking to the sky,
And the crisp cool autumn wind pushing out the swollen summer heat.

This is the time of reflection,
Nature’s rebuke of summertime contentment,
Flashing her beauty in a sea of burgundy and gold,
Gentle mornings seemingly painted with a divine brush,
Leading to deep blue afternoon skies,
Ending in the cold darkness that warns of winter’s arrival.

My heart cannot help but dance,
For as leaves blow in the mighty wind,
Does my soul take flight,
With the leaves of burgundy and gold,
Into the autumn night.