This is for FOWC: Glide and unfortunately this is rooted in reality. Also, I wanted to post for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, but it turns out that neither hawk nor sparrow are summer kigo.

watch the sparrow glide
into my kitchen window,
pursued by the hawk

photo of bird on metal railing
Photo by Paras Katwal on Pexels.com

Something That Returns

Our prompt for NaPoWriMo day 30 is to write about something that returns. It’s hard to believe that poetry month is almost over, but it is something to look forward to every year, and I think I’ll try to continue with the daily posts, at least for a little while. I am sharing this with DVerse OLN.

You return, every year,
Like the cherry blossoms,
Like the swallows returning to
Capistrano (remember when
We went there?)
You return, every year,
Like the cherry blossoms,
And must leave just as quickly.

Waiting for the Sunrise

I wrote this acrostic this morning at about 5:55 a.m. It is also related, though unintentionally, to the picture I colored yesterday, which I am sharing with Linda’s Coloring Club.

Sweet birdsong
Understands the
Nearness of night’s end,
Revealing sun’s approach:
It is still a ways off and I don’t
See it – it seems delayed yet song
Extends the rays of hope.

Coloring 4_5
My orange marker was running out, but I kind of like the effect it had.

Early-ish Bird

This was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings about early birds and/or night owls. I’m definitely a morning person, though the last few mornings have been difficult because of the time change.

By the time the birds tweet in the morning,
I prefer to open my eyes and climb
Out of my own nest of blankets, stretching,
Although the warmth of blankets feels sublime.
Otherwise, I feel like I’m wasting time.
I am not chipper at seven o’clock,
Yet always rise by then, to day unlock.