bare ash –
a perched hawk
draws in the dark

-Paul Chambers

long afternoon…
the sky trickling
from a tide pool

-Paul Chambers

goshawk’s cry
deep under snow
the road turns

-Paul Chambers

dawn fog
a fallen branch
marks the river’s bend

-Paul Chambers

late summer fair…
the bags of goldfish
beginning to darken

-Paul Chambers

slack water…
the heron’s stillness
gathers stars

-Paul Chambers

dewfall
the badger’s track
fresh in the gateway

-Paul Chambers

baled field
a buzzard arcs
against the cloud shelf

-Paul Chambers

morning coolness
the meadow holds the shape
of a deer

-Paul Chambers

sky clearing…
a wren wipes its bill
on a fence nail

-Paul Chambers