Poem: Master Recylers

In a day needing a fresh start
Clouds scud without a plan
The sea has stopped its churning
The Bushtits have returned to South Turner

In straggling flocks of small bundles,
Grey feathers with long tails
Flitting en masse from shrub to shrub
Like quick moving clouds

Responding to nature’s urging
A pair chose a sturdy limb in a cherry tree
Leaf buds ready to burst into foliage
Nest building begins like a symphony in progress

From bits of lichen, moss, grass, twigs and
Flower blossoms all held together with
Spider webs the strength of steel it hangs like
A pendant with a small entrance at the top

The sun shines
Leaves burst their sheath
The tree is shielded in a canopy of green
Eggs are laid for a new generation

Many days pass sending filtered light
Through the leaves until the eggs hatch
There is much rejoicing in
Light, gentle Bushtit twitterings
          Tsit Stips Clenks

Hazel Ross

Poem: Nature at Work

Poem: Nature at Work

James Bay Market: Where Does It Come From?  Knowing the Food We Eat

James Bay Market: Where Does It Come From? Knowing the Food We Eat