Haiku 1-7-2019

Rain came gently

Flowers bowed beneath it

Cool morning

Freeda Baker Nichols

BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 57 from “The Woodlands”

I walked the woodlands on the mountain,
saw the wild geese in their flight,
heard cicadas calling cadence
when the sun slipped out of sight.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

A Favorite Perch

dark-eyed junco
perched on garden tool
in Winter twilight

© Freeda Baker Nichols

 

Two Birds

Two Birds
One red
trimmed in black.
The other one black
trimmed with red
feathers
on back of his head.
© Freeda Baker Nichols

The Bandit Bird

I am a bandit, so they say.
But that is  not the case.
I wear this mask to hide my face
like the Lone Ranger once did
back when you were just a kid–
there is a reason my face is hid,
it is a secret, not a game I play.
I’ll not reveal it by night or day.

© 2016 Freeda Baker Nichols

 

A Day in Autumn

robins bathe
cedar waxwing stops by
uninvited

© 2016 Freeda Baker Nichols

Robin

Where do the robins go
in winter?
They came by here
in flocks.
They drank from my
bird bath
the day we turned back
our clocks

© Freeda Baker Nichols

Haiku 11-01-16

once drawn by horses
half-hidden by yellow blooms
an old hay mower

© Freeda Baker Nichols

An Autumn Frame

A deer so tame
she stood close to the road–
until the camera clicked

© 2016 Freeda Baker Nichols

A Poem and a Picture

OUTSMARTED

Barn swallows rested on a wire up high.
One carried straw to build a nest this spring.
The other watched, aware of harm nearby.
To warn its mate, the bird commenced to sing.
The little black cat leaped from hayloft door.
The swallows flapped and flew like Peter Pan.
The cat spit-cleaned his paws, to help ignore
the fact that cagey birds outfoxed his plan.

© 2016 Freeda Baker Nichols