A Birders Haiku

Upon the soft sand

Fiddlers scatter with each step

as Godwits forage

A Birder’s Haiku

Dedicated to the birder, as we start our week.

Dawns burnt orange hue

mixes the valley fog

as swallows gather

A Birders Haiku

Dedicated to the birder, as we start our week.

Pirouettes at dusk

the silent nighthawk

casts a moon shadow

A Birder’s Haiku

Dedicated to the birder, as we start our week.

Wet leaves shine under

a dripping Oak canopy

at dusk, bird song stills

A Birder’s Haiku

Dedicated to the birder, as we start our week.

The hunters eyes scan

a solitary Mallard

alone, adrift

A Birders Haiku

Dedicated to the birder, as we begin the week.

Goldfinches basking

like yellow leaves on a tree

small grains of sunshine

By Phil Burgio