A Spring Evening Walk in Alabama (video)

"This is what I see every day and it inspires me.  Enjoy it as much as I do."

--T.F.Clardy

"Symphony of Night" (poem)

Only the Lord knows their numbers,

I’d guess in the thousands.

From my porch, it’s like a million

frogs, bugs, and birds.

You may believe it a cacophony.

But each takes its solo,

Then mixes with others.

Sounds overlap sounds.

Millions of years of practice

 to perfect it,

the natural symphony

of night.

"Great Uncle Clarence in the Springtime" (poem)

Great Uncle Clarence sits on the porch,

The evening sun has set the sky a’fire.

He rocks back in his chair.

“The pecan tree’s a’leafin’ out,

time to put tomatoes in the ground,”

He swats at a spring mosquito.

“The dogwood’s a’bloomin’ too, time for my bath.”

Aunt Minnie smiles, first time since fall.

"A Spring Evening"

 The woodpecker barks,

This knothole is his.

The cardinal calls her mate,

He’s fighting with his twin.

Sparrows chirp frantically

 in the magnolia tree.

The oak tree is budding,

And yellow pine dust

Floats in the air,

The early moon shines silver

in the evening gold of the sun.

A spring day is ending.

"The Earth"

The great oak rises from the regal earth,

Its huge branches reaching, twisting and turning toward the sky like slow lightening. 

Ancient lightening from the earth bursting forth,

A slow green spark lit by the earth herself.

Through the eons, the steady earth goes gently with seasonal rhythm.

And hard rock melts into tears of sand,

While the sky moves with wild abandon; its wind, its lightening and storms,

A warrior in a constant war whose battles change daily;

The earth, an aged queen,

Repeats herself, quietly retelling her story forever.