Articles/Essays – Volume 50, No. 3

Birding at the Lake

A pod of pelicans    patrols the shore
like angels guarding       the gates of heaven.

Two robins stare     into the rising sun,
seeking communion      with the mystery of light.

A sole hawk      soundlessly hovers,
hoping to find   flocks to prey on.

A gang of gulls  glides like leaves
freshly fallen     from the tree of life.

Three egrets skim    the water’s surface;
Creation ripples,     wrinkling in their wake.

Gulps of cormorants      calmly glide
to the distant shore       in the shining dawn.

An echo of mockingbirds,    eager to mimic
something lovely,    listens and waits.

Pen and paper  perched on my lap,
I search the numen       for the notes of my song.