26 September 2022 (sparrow)

a sparrow grabs

the last ripe raspberries . . .

southerly winds

4 May 2021 (sparrows)

sparrows

passing through

spring showers

15 July 2020 (sparrow)

humming to myself

something from childhood…

white-throated sparrow

4 May 2019 (sparrow)

grey morning

white-throat’s long song

with my coffee

December 16: Birdsong

something in the air

reminiscent of spring

sparrow’s song

October 30: Migrating sparrows

the high calls

of migrating sparrows

so far yet to go

October 26: Migration (& bonus guest haiku!)

leaves rustling
with sparrows
fall migration

And a bonus haiku by guest contributor Vicki Henderson (my mom):

sprinkled from the sky
a peppering
of sparrows

October 6: Edginess

At the field's edge--
restless sparrows rustling
in the dying asters.

November 3: Urban birding

Along the railroad tracks--
squatters' sodden campsites,
white-throated sparrows.

April 24: Lifting rain, birdsong

Rain stopped and the sky began to clear just before sunset. One last tendril of mist floated above Rockport village. When we got home, a Ruby-crowned Kinglet was singing in the yard, its sweet, burbling little song much louder than one might expect from such a tiny bird. On a short walk before dinner we heard other birds singing: cardinal, titmouse, Song and White-throated Sparrows.

Buds on the azalea,
birdsong before dark.
My head grows clearer.

October 2: Sparrow

Walking into my office this afternoon, I was inordinately pleased to hear the call note of a white-throated sparrow from the bushes that border the lawn. For one brief moment I stepped out of work mode and was back on Monhegan, surrounded by the calls of migrating birds... including many white-throated sparrows.

Such power in the chip
of a sparrow,
to summon memory.