birds – Page 4 – Leaf And Twig

Winter’s Hatch

From the snow egg
eventually emerges
blues skies and warm days.

Red cap matching cranberries
the stealth woodpecker
taps out his morse code.

Turkeys hurry
to get to the far side
of Thanksgiving.

In a world of green
take a green seat
and wait for the V’s of geese
to pull autumn into view.

A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.

Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.

Fluff the nest and tuck your beak beneath your wing.
Winter has arrived. It is sitting on our perch, dear.

Glimmering in the sun.
Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.

From the nest to the branch was a short hop,
more courage will be needed
to fully venture into the world.

Like the birds and bears
we indulge in the sun warmed burst of sweet tartness on the tongue.
Unlike them we hoard for pies and buckles and jam.

Unearthed roots provide an abode for bugs and grubs.
New space for the saplings to grow in is made.
This is the forest’s shooting star.

Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.

I admire the bird
who sings a two note song
as if it were a symphony.