Tag: birds

October 26, 2021

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My Bedroom Windows Are Never Closed

My bedroom windows are never closed

I won’t miss a moment of nature

Every season full of sights and sounds

My blanket layers always in flux.

Spring brings the early birds’ dawn chorus

April showers and peepers return

Vixens cry for their mates in the dark

My bedroom windows are never closed

Lightning bugs blink against summer screens

Katydids sing from oak tops at night

Cicada buzz loudly fills warm days

I won’t miss a moment of nature

Great horned, barred and screech hoots fill fall nights

Sun rises reveal jewel-toned forest

Southbound Canada geese honk above

Every season full of sights and sounds

Woodpeckers tap winter’s leafless trees

Moon shadows dance from a clear night sky

Woodstove heat meets snowflakes drifting down

My blanket layers always in flux.

A cascade poem

May 1, 2019

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Because I Sat

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Because I sat for a moment

On a stone bench

Feet on pebbled concrete

I noticed more bird song

With each breath

In

Then

Out

I saw a crow fly above me

With long bits of the garden

In beak

Back

And

Forth

Creating home in a tall white pine

Life was happening

Around me

Not

To

Me

Because I rested

Breathing

In

Then

Out

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A Free Verse Poem

November 15

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Snowbirds

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Tracks in the snow let me know where you go

Gray squirrels run in circles throughout the woods

Near feeders the three-toed hops of junco

Woodpeckers pace up and down the ironwoods

Follow the heart-shaped tracks of buck and doe

We’re all leaving tracks through the neighborhood

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(A Sicilian Sestet)

October 3

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The Pokeweed

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Birds denude

Dark purple fruit for food

Around here they call it inkberry

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Derided by many as unnecessary

Removal from the landscape is customary

Diligent birds replant it by seed

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Can be messy indeed

The Pokeweed

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(A Trois-par-Huit Poem)

September 2

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Real or Reality

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Blank screen

Without it on I notice

The screech owl cooing in the dark quiet morning woods

The flimsy barrier of the screen door no resistance to the sound

And as the slightest hint of indigo

Begins to change the morning sky

Before any touch of golden sun appears

The barred owl also makes herself known

Echoing through the damp and still dark forest

As the dark, silent screen of the television

Reflects back to me my position

on the couch with morning tea

I can hear the faint content purr of Tom Cat

And feel his soft fur against my thigh

A small warm spot on this mild

Late summer morning

Another day beginning

As the golden enters the sky

A gentle breeze briefly causes the heavy dew to rain down

To the driveway from large leaves nearly ready to fall

With the spark of morning sun begins a chorus

First one loud clear voice above the constant din of katydid treble

Announcing the day has begun

Dozens more follow until the entire house and yard is filled with beginning

No power button just powerful.

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(An Idyll Poem)

Image from public domain

August 17

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Pawtuckaway Paddle

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Is there anything better than sunset

Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?

Not sure how much more lucky one gets

Being able to take this nature break.

Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet

But people head in for their burgers and steak

Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet

Leaving only me, the herons and drake.

Silhouettes and ripples and reflections

Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night

Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection

And bat acrobatics start to delight.

It’s here I feel a natural connection

Made possible by the pending twilight.

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(A Sicilian Sonnet)

May 29

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Home Sweet Home

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Carolina wrens made a nest

Decided a tin can is best

To raise their brood

Now a bird house, not a tool shed

A place for songbirds to rest their heads

I provide food

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Nest made of needles, leaves and moss

Tucked in next to the semi-gloss

Speckled eggs rest

Building’s been there less than a year

And these birds made it very clear

This shed is best.

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(A Rime Couee Poem)

April 11

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The Four Seasons

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Orion stands up in the sky

Silently unique snowflakes fly

Woodstove full and warmly glowing

With each moment days are growing, lips and skin dry

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Up in the sky Leo now sits

New jeweltone flowers are sunlit

Songbirds are back to raise their young

Cleansing raindrops to dance among, warming a bit.

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Scorpio rises up at night

Flowers everywhere glowing bright

Arm sleeves rolled up over shoulders

Lone bonfire ember smolders, cool sheets just right

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Pegasus marks the shorter days

Trees put on colorful displays

Through fallen leaves hiking boots crunch

Birds and butterflies by the bunch migrate away.

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(A Florette Poem)