mournful calls echo
as watchful parents dash, dart
flycatchers nest here
flap, crack-winged warning
startles, drives out predator
hoping for a snack
poofed fledglings appear
flapping, dropping, flight attemps
offspring launch from home
flycatchers by Angie Quantrell
Every year for the past 7-8, we’ve had a pair of flycatchers nesting in the parking shed. It’s fascinating to watch them. And they eat flies (and all sorts of flying insects). Win-win for us.
the more I dig deep
frustration builds, anger grows
why it’s called crab grass
crabby grass by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
enjoying nibbles
but earthbound human disturbs
spring morning delight
disturbed by Angie Quantrell
cotton candy fluff
buzzy busy bees adorn
pink tree spring fashion
spring fashion by Angie Quantrell
Lateral A, Yakima Valley
I was inspired to write this haiku after I read this poem by Danna Smith.
just last week I saw
beauty stretching from chaos
today empty holes
free blooms for taking
but leaving crushed leaves and trash
my eyes in despair
gone by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
See the former beauty here.
Soon, my flowering quince will look like this! The buds are there, hints of lovely color peeking out. The beauty of spring is refreshing. Gazing at blooms is such a peaceful activity. Maybe that’s why they say to stop and smell the roses. And, I’ll add, gaze in wonder as you inhale.
unexpected joy
sings sweetly amidst carnage
that fails to dampen
sings sweetly by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
from dark and frigid
unseen grasps for blue and gold
hope springs eternal
hope by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
ruffles dance graceful
beneath bower and sunshine-
spring waltz and hurrah
pink snowfall gently
whirls, flutters, pirouettes, rests
ethereal gown
spring waltz by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
Love, Laughter, and Life 