Anne Winter Poet Free verse

Bird's Nest

In the unpretentious backyard 
Of my house— not a home,
Bloomed a bird's nest
Concealed concernedly
In the benevolent branches
Of the dear aged tremulous tree. 

When I noticed the nest nearly,
House felt like a home dearly,
I noticed the humble hatching 
Of the birds—
Life lustrously levitating 
Out of a shattering shell
Of an emaciated egg. 

How gentle squeaks 
Filled the surroundings 
Slowly and sincerely,
My heart hissing 
Gratitude for great glory. 

Now, they are a week old,
Surely, soon, they will fill
Their wings with their
First flight 
From my backyard 
Amply, they'll be gone long
And I'll still be a basic bard
While they'll be reaching
The racing clouds. 

I know not the name,
I know not their kind,
I tried searching,
But I couldn't find
The name of the birds
That are taking shelter
And bedazzling 
My rudimentary backyard. 

How artistically 
Nature wonderfully works—
Blooming and dying,
Escalations and sorrows,
Falling and flying,
Yesterdays and morrows.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers May 28, 2025 at 5:02 PM Dearest Anne, Oh how you beautifully capture the miracles of everyday life along with the fragile beginnings, the hope in growth, and the bittersweet beauty of letting go. I’m deeply moved by your tender observations and how you blend nature’s rhythms with heartfelt reflection. Keep nurturing this gentle voice; your poetic wings are strong and soaring. I’m here, cheering you on and always glad to share thoughts whenever you wish. I see your fan club is increasing and I am thankful. Spring Blessings, My Dearest Anne, Daniel Anne Winter May 28, 2025 at 6:43 PM Dearest Daniel, my heart always feels happy when I read your lovely notes! Thank you for always being a brilliant friend and cheering me on, it truly means the world to me! I am always happy to see your heartfelt notes. Thank you for believing in me and supporting me! I'm forever grateful, My Dearest Daniel. With love and respect always, Anne

Zyrool Gifford May 28, 2025 at 10:09 AM Hello Anne, this is beautifully penned. Emotional and some Precious memories from nature. Enjoy your day, my friend. Anne Winter May 28, 2025 at 6:44 PM Dear Zyrool, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! Best, Anne

Yann Rolland May 27, 2025 at 7:57 AM great and emotional experience, would have like that, a very delicate poem enjoyed Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 6:18 PM Dear Yann, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! Thank you! Best, Anne

Silent One May 26, 2025 at 8:48 AM This is such a tender and reflective piece, one that quietly blooms with emotion, just like the bird's nest it describes. There's something incredibly moving about how you've captured the transformation of a simple backyard into a sacred space of life, growth, and quiet miracles. Lines like “Life lustrously levitating / Out of a shattering shell” are both vivid and deeply symbolic, showing how something delicate can carry immense beauty and meaning. Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 7:13 AM Dear S O, thank you so much for your thoughtful and beautiful words! I'm deeply moved by your interpretation of my poem, and I'm glad you liked it. My backyard does feel special when I hear the birds. Best, Anne

CayCay Godwin May 26, 2025 at 5:52 AM You write beautifully with fluidity that appeals and reveals talent to me. A beautiful poem nests on my computer screen. Poetry hugs .. CayCay Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 7:09 AM Dear CayCay, thank you so much! Your kind words mean a lot to me. I feel so grateful and appreciated. I'm glad my poem could nestle its way into your heart. Poetry does have a way of hugging the soul, doesn't it? Best, Anne

Ink Empress May 25, 2025 at 9:58 PM Dear anne, how deep is your poem and your words they speak volumes of life and cycle of time and more, seasons and nature depict and is a reflection of what we are also within. And all our life experiences, as youv said in your last lines there: and i must also highlight the lines "Surely, soon, they will fill Their wings with their First flight From my backyard " ah the hope there, and knowing! and i too think " Escalations and sorrows, Falling and flying, Yesterdays and morrows." As we have so many birds. Their screams ( mostly) cus macaws scream alot haha awaken my senses and remind me of life: pleasure reading you today! Sending you light always Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 7:03 AM Dear I E, what a joy it is to read your heartfelt notes! How lovely you are. Thank you so much! I'm beyond grateful. You always bring a smile to my face, my dear friend. Best, Anne

I Am Anaya May 25, 2025 at 1:20 PM Yes, they'll be gone when yearlings. Just need to ask google the right questions, what are the local birds in your city? Start there. Great poem, with great story telling Anne. I've observed as well, those nests are attacked when mom's away by the cannable crows! I Am Anaya May 28, 2025 at 10:55 AM Hopefully it doesn't happen where you are, the crows are giants here, scary! Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 7:00 AM Dear Anaya, since I couldn't find their names, I decided to name them myself. I hope the crows will stay away from my little friends. Thank you for your lovely note. Best, Anne

Anne-Lise Andresen May 24, 2025 at 11:07 AM - I have several bird houses in my backyard ... there is a lot of life there at this time :) - A joy to watch ... mother feeding her little ones ... and soon they will fly out on their own wings ... what a lovely poem, Anne :) - hugs Anne Winter May 27, 2025 at 6:55 AM Dear Anne-Lise, it's indeed such a joy to watch them and observe them. I love connecting with nature. Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Best, Anne