POEM: Shucking Crow

Posted on July 10, 2020 by B Gourley

There’s a crow outside my window.
Can it see me through the muslin?
Could its feathered form be winnowed —
spirits shed by baker’s dozens

until remained only a faint dot?
Does it ask the same of me, or not?

DAILY PHOTO: Bird on a Rock, Kashmir

Posted on March 5, 2019 by B Gourley

Taken in August of 2016 on the Naranag – Sonamarg route

Posted on March 9, 2018 by B Gourley

bamboo copse
groans in subtle wind
no space between

crows rule

the bamboo arch

over the road

bamboo grove
carpeted in grainy beige
alien landscape

plastic cup

gripped in crow’s beak

frat boy style

pink blossoms
will soon bleed onto
bamboo pollen

Posted on April 7, 2017 by B Gourley

Taken in September of 2013 in Bangalore