Friday, December 22, 2017

winter solstice 2017

We watched three eagles fly to the crest
Soaring over the hilltop where we live
Early afternoon on the winter solstice
Circling up above until they became distant specks

Their unexpected presence surprised us
So unusual the sight of three adults together
So lovely to admire those iconic white heads and tails
Flashing as they turned in the slanted sunlight

This vision in the sky might be taken as an augury
In times past when avian encounters signified
Some portent of the future possible to know
While our thoughts turn towards a simpler explanation

With the ponds sealed by ice as the arctic air invades
The fishers gather round what open water remains
Hereabouts having seen a dozen eagles in one tree
Perched in January by the reservoir edge

These are winter visitors arriving from the north
A serendipity for us to catch a chance to see them
Before we flee from this frozen landscape
To our subtropical sojourn awaiting warmer days

We heard the horned owl softly hooting last night
Audible to us in the quiet time after lights out
Penetrating the walls and closed windows
Calling to its mate somewhere near our house

Another sign of things to come we hope
If they should nest nearby this winter
Brooding their eggs in February for our return
Presenting us with fledgling owlets in April

For it seems these owls are indifferent to the season
Nesting in Florida at the same time as in New Jersey
Though what they use for their nest varies locally
We will watch there and anticipate what might be here

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

December's child


A proverbial picture of innocence
Arms outstretched expressing pure delight
Looking up into the myriad snowflakes falling
Letting the cold wet points land on his face

I am inside keeping warm looking out at him
Playing in the side yard across the street
He does not see me watching him
Remembering other first snowfalls of the year.

Quiet descended upon this Saturday
A time to read and reflect and enjoy the beauty
Falling crystals in the still air floating down
Heralding the unofficial start of winter.

As we wait for the precipitation to pass
Housebound on the Sabbath as if observant
As if the weather is an act of God
We welcome this opportunity for a respite day.

The boy knows nothing of the cares of the world
Bundled up in the happiness of early childhood
His moment of joy there for us to behold and embrace
A gift to us given effortlessly unaware of our eyes.