Dave and I birded an area which burned last summer and I refined my field notes into this small study which I posted on the Nature Journal Club Facebook group
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I thought this would make a good subject for a poem and got a couple wonderful responses:
Joy Burton
Colors flashing through the burn,
Treasures from a former life.
Fullness of nature for which I yearn,
Flying forward to the next turn.
Survivors.
JoAnn Chambers
Even dead wood fills some needs
For pecking birds and grubs that breed.
Leafless wood reveals its grain,
Its bark exposed, awaiting rain.