This bird continues to be a part of my life every day. These are two poem-journals. I love the changing seasons. Some people think we don’t have seasons in San Francisco, but we do! December: Four-Thirty P.M. The spotted, meadowlark-sized birdcalls out territorially around 8:00 AM.Again late afternoon in 5 to 12 imperative,staccato squawks. Yes … More December: Four-Thirty P.M. and May: Many Times a Day, With Sex Featured Poems, May, 2026