The bright green leaf shouldn't have been moving.| billdavison.substack.com
Today the sky offered me a gift— a small black cross against white clouds, wings caressing the air, tail splitting the blue like a river delta.| Easy By Nature
The bright green leaf shouldn't have been moving.| billdavison.substack.com
Boreal Hearts in Suburban Skies| billdavison.substack.com
The relentless grey of this summer, with clouds rolling in endlessly from the west, has dimmed our Midwestern days.| Easy By Nature
Boreal Hearts in Suburban Skies| billdavison.substack.com
What will I do with dusk?| billdavison.substack.com
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower..." —William Blake| Easy By Nature
What will I do with dusk?| billdavison.substack.com
A male mallard swims by just offshore and looks right through me as he pauses, starts preening, and drifts off into sleep.| billdavison.substack.com
The song spoke of desire, and it drew me into the shadows.| billdavison.substack.com
From seemingly nowhere, cardinals appear, perching in the tart cherry tree above the pond.| Easy By Nature
The song spoke of desire, and it drew me into the shadows.| billdavison.substack.com
Five fledgling chickadees appeared in our peach tree last week, filling it with an electric energy.| billdavison.substack.com
I met my younger self at the edge of a farm pond in northern Ohio.| Easy By Nature
Five fledgling chickadees appeared in our peach tree last week, filling it with an electric energy.| billdavison.substack.com
It's the middle of May, and everyone's talking about ruby-throated hummingbirds.| billdavison.substack.com
Listen—the world, at this very moment, is stitching itself together with birdsong.| Easy By Nature
The April afternoon hums with the low song of Sugar Creek, its waters riffling over stone, silver and ceaseless.| billdavison.substack.com
This morning, I kneel at the altar of spring, where fruit trees have transformed themselves into temples of blossom.| Easy By Nature
The coots announce themselves before they are seen, their raucous calls and coarse rattling carrying across the marsh like small trumpets heralding their existence.| billdavison.substack.com
The ancients knew this place.| Easy By Nature
A male mallard swims by just offshore and looks right through me as he pauses, starts preening, and drifts off into sleep.| billdavison.substack.com
