NaPoWriMo PROMPT: write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk.
Shooting Birds--19 April 2020
All winter long
The usual birds
Who never make the long trip south.
When summer ends, when cold winds blow
When rivers freeze
And don’t forget the chickadees.
They endure the months of snow.
When winter starts to go
We hear the doves
And we know
It’s spring when
Out on the lake
I saw loons
The hawks are back.
(all my photos--most taken today--19 March 2020)