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Winter Bird Poems | Bird Poems About Winter

These Winter Bird poems are examples of Bird poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Winter Bird poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Quatrain |

A Walk in the Snow

Far from the town and its bustling throng knowing just where to go, Sister and I are walking along a pathway in the snow. Down by the lake and over a fence are hungry ducks and geese. To their clamor we give audience, watching their flock increase. Off comes my muff, for I have brought what they love to be fed. I hold out my hand then as I squat to toss them crumbs of bread. Those ducklings and geese can’t get enough, but new snow fills the sky. My frozen hand goes back in my muff, for no more crumbs have I! For the Let it Snow Contest Based on the first picture: George Dunlop Leslie's Winter Walk


Details | Verse |

Cardinal's Solitary Home-II


On a chilly Christmas morn
I looked out of the window.
Most of the birds have gone
on this cold dark winter day.
I saw a Cardinal on the tree
brilliantly colored Northern Cardinal.
A winter fixture at snow-covered bird feeders
I ask myself “Do the birds have Christmas?
Looking for something to eat or
planning in advance for a habitat
on this leafless tree
like the politicians’ fake promises.
When it gets cold, it flies south
when it gets warm; it returns;
that is what we learn from birds.
Maybe waiting his girlfriend’s message
for when to bring food to the nest.
A few leaves lay on the starving rod
Fallen from the ash and grey

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Details | Verse |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

Set a Drift a Snow Bliss

SET A DRIFT                                                                                                                                        
                                                             By: Kitty Jones  
                                                              11-19-13
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
An extreme love so painful, yet beautiful to be found.
Torn and broken I’m masterfully slain
my heart and emotions are in sensuous pain.
The touch of your hand upon my cheek burns me to my soul
Holding me with a master’s touch, your heart is never cold.
Painfully beautiful setting a bliss.
I’m lost in array within your kiss.
Kissing me with the tips of your lips and having your way with me
Turning me lose letting me go but never setting me free.
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
Searching for the pieces you’ve scattered all around 
Shattered moments of ecstasy lost and gone forever
Never knowing where they went or if they’ll come back ever.
Leaving me here to die on my own every time you escape
Is it lust that brought us together or was it really fate.
I love your washboard stomach and your sweet masculine thighs.
I am looking at your body but I’m totally lost in your eyes
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.
My memory bliss is telling me I’ll never be your wife
Although it’s very painful I want to be part of your life.
My memory bliss of touching you is driving me insane.
My memory bliss of kissing you while dancing in the rain
In my heart I know there’s someone else that you are holding near.
For when you wrap your arms around me I can tell you have some fear 
My body thrives to be with you, it throbs at just your scent.
Knowing I can never keep you the pain grows beyond intense.
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.
Set adrift a snow bliss inhaling you like a do
I wonder if that’s how she felt the day you said “I do”.
The moments together we’ve shared in life 
I wonder have you done the same with your wife ?
There doesn’t seem to be enough time to diminish my pain for you.  
It’s a miracle I’ve survived the loved you’ve put me through  
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.


Details | Sonnet |

Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


Details | Free verse |

Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


Details | Ballade |

Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Verse |

BITTER MOTHER NATURE

My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
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Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!


Details | Rhyme |

A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


Details | Rhyme |

Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.


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