Fog in the valleys,
a golden sunrise backdrop
silhouettes the hills.
Bruce Stambaugh
Oct. 9, 2011
Tag: poetry
Kids these days
Boisterous, brassy,
young redheaded woodpecker
posed for photo op.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 30, 2011
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a…”
Toddler granddaughter
Spots dihedral overhead,
Points, declares, “Airplane!”
Bruce Stambaugh
August 28, 2011
Lunch date
Doe nibbled at the
sea of alfalfa while I
ate my egg salad.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 25, 2011
Walking with grandsons
“Hold my hand, Poppy.”
The sweetest words ever heard
on my daily stroll.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 19, 2011
Marshy field
Beside oat soldiers
squads of geese, ducks and shorebirds
glean the marshy field.
Bruce Stambaugh
August 16, 2011
Aviary gleaning
Swallows encircle
the farmer and his mower,
a whirling harvest.
Bruce Stambaugh
July 30, 2011
