winter sky
gray—blue marked with white
a rock dove takes flight
beyond sunset
the long tapering tail
of a mourning dove
between the riffs
of blue and green waters
storm petrels gather
white-face Ibis
the mime on the street corner
mistaken for a statue
Night Heron—
do you wear the darkness
as a crown?
the American flag
homesteading in cajun country
a little blue heron
mardi gras
we toss bread crumbs
to the masked ducks
a clay colored
sparrow
among strings of white blossoms
evening vespers