this year

I remember:
This year
I saw cranes.

1

2

3

Feeding, calling
On wing,
nesting.

Taking flight,
in pairs
flying overhead.

Disappearing
in the reeds
along a county highway.

This year
I want to remember:
many times
I saw cranes.


1. Springtime in Russian Jack Springs Park.
2. June, on the 400 Trail in Wisconsin.
3. August, at Baxter Bog, less than a mile from our house.