Spring Fever

Birds outside the window
I'm watching them hop around happily
But this is serious business
I should really be listening
Instead, my head is somewhere else
Walden, or Quabbin perhaps
Or walking down a tree lined path at Howe Park
The warm breeze in my face
OK, people are supposed to pay attention during business meetings!
Back on track!
Those little birds really are cute though

Solitude

A solitary rock
By the water's edge
Reaching toward heaven's eye
Light glints off the water
A breeze ruffles the leaves on the trees
There's magic in the greetops
Like a lacy fringe of green
Caressing the sky
Endless birdsong
Each sound in harmony
Creation's symphony
Man intrudes
Voices, cars, trains
Be quiet, noisy man
And listen to the wind

Written at Walden Pond, May 29, 2001