Following photography is by Joann Hazel, and the poetry is by Joyce Abrahamson, both of Roswell.
Deer near Bitterlake, south of Roswell, photo taken in December
by Joann Hazel (above and below)
Buck stands guard in the pre-dawn.
Ducks near Bitterlake, south of Roswell, photo taken in November
by Joann Hazel
by Joyce Abrahamson
The calling of the mallards
as they circle in the sky
in perfect V formation
makes you know that winter’s nigh.
Early every morning,
when the dark of night is gone,
they leave their sleeping haven
and fly off with the dawn.
Their wings reach out like fingertips
when through the sky they soar,
waving very gracefully
and calling even more.
Searching, always searching
for food to fill their need,
looking for the open fields
hoping to find seed.
The hungry ducks come swooping down,
landing in the field,
looking for the scraps of grain
left by the farmer’s yield.
Then off they go into the sky,
calling as they rise,
searching for another field
that far below them lies.
Ducks at sunrise, photo taken in November by Joann Hazel
Ducks and Cranes at Bitterlake
One of the sinkholes at Bitterlake