foraging

Berries Brown And Red

decorating
the landscape
feeding the birds

birds of every variation
come, come
and feast in the sun

mother said
stay off the road
hide if trouble comes

their shout
of color rises
from the forest floor

at first light
a quiet feast
high in the willow tree

stay close
there are dangers
in the delicious garden

tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing

searching the old corn field
for grub be it bug or blade

Her pollen baskets full
the bumblebee takes her rest
and sips her fill of sweet nectar