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Details | Narrative |


They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.

Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard, 
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.

Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.

Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind. 

I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.

But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.

When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.

So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.

Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around. 

We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing. 

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Triolet |

Up in the Autumn Air

An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I - twirled happily up in the autumn air with comrade leaves. I dance beneath blue sky. An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I. Above - a sleek black white-tailed bird glides by! Below me, all the earth is bright and fair. An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I - twirled happily up in the autumn air.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Personification |


Feathered Seasons

Peering out of the nest
newly budded tree limb swaying
jostling me as I await
the early bird of spring
returning with breakfast.

Dust-dancing in the heat
testing my wings
in cat stalked gardens
leaving home
at mother’s request.

Dodging the blowing leaves
red crested trees mimic me
as I revel in ripened plenty
puffing feathers in the coolness
of a new felt stirring.

The wind no longer cradles me
in weakened warmth of sun’s
long shadowed departure.
I fly to a known – unknown
drawn by a distant calling.


submitted to – Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Roused from sleep

Night fades
revealing a frosty dawn:
blackbird sings

Copyright © Michael Moran | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

They Are Back

red shining nectar
the hovering hummingbirds
woman sweeps the porch

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Seasons' March 1

(American Style Haiku Sequence)

raindrop bullets lash
cardinal cowers in nest
tiny eggs stay dry

fragile blossoms wilt
under sunshine’s scorching rays
baby cardinals fly

radiant gems flash
on faded garden pathways
cardinal red mums

cardinal watches
bare limbs bowing down to pray
in adulation 

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Sulphur Crested Cockatoos

Steal young almonds
Under the full moon
As spring fades

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

The Bird

Upon a limb withered
Winter hinders it not
  Songs of delight
     Misty dawn

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Choir from above

All that music in the morning
It is such a joy to hear
As the rooster makes his early call
And the birdsong is so clear

How I love to hear the dawn chorus
It's a choir from up above
Nature fills the air with song
And my heart's filled with love

No matter what the weather
Be it rain or be it shine
Birds seem to sing forever
And the morning feels so fine

As I sit here in my chair
And I listen to these birds
From parrots to those cooing doves
My heart it gets so stirred

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

Seasons Change

The awful howling wind,
From winter's tempestuous fling.
Spring! Welcome! Greenery
Flowering plants' itinerary,
The beginning of every good whim.

Awe! A rainbow of colors
Along meandering paths with flowers.
Early in the morning greeted by aromatic
Of blossoms and natural floral accents;
Refreshed with continuous showers.

Basking in the radiant summer's sun,
A tropical-like season for lots of fun.
Brilliant sunshine, as an evervescent light,
Kids gleefully flying funny-shaped kites. 
Of all seasons, many choose this time to run.

Cascading vines with variegated leaves,
Shimmering in shine glossy sheaves.
Who could tell that the ground,
Was a, white, sandy crusty mound;
Covered with snowy freezing sleaze!


Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


A robin perches on a bough While crimson drapes are drawn with night, The season’s hours come, to allow First call of springtime’s pure delight. Petals awake from winter’s grim; Alive with buds yearning to brim. There is a softness in mid- air Birds have rhapsodies to share, Nocturnal shaded woodlands calm Release their scented dew-laced balm To gentle hour that's sure to bring; The wispy glide of tails winging. charmed by feathered treat twitters fade in morn... the birthing of groves replete! Sheri Fresonke Harper's Three Stanza Suite Quatrain, couplet, haiku by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents

The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Beavers are busy preparing for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more nuts
Black bear silently walks its well trod path
Still yard-bound, the beautiful peacock struts.

Ravenous weasel scurries about seeking food
Secure in its defense the skunk moves about
Forest humming in this peaceful, serene mood
Valley below, farmers work bringing crops out.

In tallest pine on highest ridge eagle sees
All of man's activities so far down below
Now soaring in clouds above forested trees
Majestic high flying image puts on a show.

The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-18-2015
Note-  Not written for any contest. 
Written for the joy and pleasure in the writing and presentation only.
And because my relentlessly tough and stubborn Muse beat me into abandoning my new long poem on Hell's fires to bang this one on out. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

amidst bitter winds

amidst bitter winds

  the aging owl croons deeply

     of gentle spring tunes

Contest: Traditional Haiku # 2
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Womb Of A Bird

...and how lovely 
to sleep in the womb 
of a bird

that caresses 
silk like skin 
and sense

all things 
are being taken care of

as sugar coated thoughts 
begin to traverse
the twilight sky

of a summer night 
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips 

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's

A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella




Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Springs Arrival

The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.

Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014

Details | Pastoral |

The Robin's Nest

While gathering wood one autumn day
To make a stack beside the stove,
I spied a nest along the way
Of back and forth and to and fro.

November’s wind had forced it down.
I took the time to pick it up,
This robin’s nest upon the ground,
Then held it gently with my glove.
I looked for answers up in the elm
To see from where it came dislodged.
I held the craft upon my hand,
And spun it round in wonderment.

To weave a cup from twigs so fine,
Stole bits of sage and lavender,
Small tufts of moss and battered twine,
Woolen yarn from an old sweater.

To darn a home with such keen eye
Must be a bird of graceful stock.
Her handiwork beneath the sky
Must earn her praises among the flock.

For holly berries pierced the spray
Of saw tooth grass and tangled weed.
A lofty home with leafy shade
Of downy-tucked and winding reed.

She worked o’er treetop and chimney
To gather many a splendid thing.
She sang a whimsical melody
Of peaceful groves and feathered wing.

Once bright blue eggs had filled this nest
Through starry nights, mid- summer’s storm.
All pressed beneath her scarlet breast;
She kept them safe from snare and thorn.

She raised her clutch on branches high
With fitful scorn and lessons shrill.
Then spread her wings to let them fly;
A prideful scarlet bosom swell.

Now autumn’s red has left the trees.
Cold winter’s breath is on the sill.
The rustling of a withered leaf
Holds no sweet song nor feather quill.

When spring returns on budding leaves
To grace this farm with robin’s wing
Thickets will flush with hearts afire
And geese will sift upon the mire.

The earth will thaw as days grow long.
Come May, again I’ll hear her song
And all kinds of fluttering about
While turning blossoms inside out.

The robin’s work will start again
With tufts of moss and battered twine,
For chance will find her way to me.
A nest, she’ll build amid my tree.

Copyright © tammy swank | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


When summer ends, autumn begins. The leaves fall from the trees. Such a beautiful sight and done so spiritually. Magical is the change of the seasons into the New Year. I saw a red bird today and enjoyed her chirping. Gathering food, she was on my window sill. Pillared to be quite successful, her tiny wings went a flight. The red beak is all that was seen as she entered the sky. Absolutely beautiful is when the leaves fall from the trees. Summer has ended with autumn’s inception. I can feel the breeze. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
With his reputation,
there is no
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
It matters not
whether we all stay
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
This egg will be
food for his hungry
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without

to be continued...

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Blue Jay Chill

       Blue Jay Chill

Snow covers blue jay 

Swallow winters up, ice forms 
Both merge, beneath, cold

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Winter Has left, Spring Has arrived

Winter has left, spring has arrived;
day has the same duration of night,
this astronomical event is too unique:
earth orbiting sun is utterly mystique.
a change of season is announced;
swallows engage in acrobatic flight!

Winter was only a bale of unhappy memories, 
melting snow creates brooks that quickly flow;
look up, shrilling eagles and pretels fly so low...
how glad they are to return to their old nests!

Winter has left, spring has arrived; the lovebird's
happy song has been reawaken, and heard again
in the rustling trees and in the frantic, warm winds 
that scatter white clouds across the brilliant Heaven!

Spring has lovely sunsets, the ones that thrill the senses;   
sit down and contemplate them a while with true revere.
This vernal season has beauty and is a delight to the eyes;
watch the Equinox slowly illuminate the above Hemisphere! 

Written on 3/29/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cinquain |

Winter pheasants

as though
fashioned from cloisonné;
cocksure pheasants striking arrogant

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

haiku 5: changing seasons

     haiku 5: changing seasons

winter takes a rest---
spring now ushers in the day...
birds tweet and build nests.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Bird Song

Telephone bells ring
Budding Spring branch
Mockingbird song

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008

Details | Haiku |

haiku chain X3 'the desert'

The Desert

~*~ misty morning silver over cactus thorn diamond drops ~*~ mesquite trees dance smooth breeze through the sage ripples on the sand ~*~ invisible clouds sunlight melts morning woodpecker news ~*~

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Hello October

Trees display vibrant colours that fall in a glorious, crunchy tapestry.

Fruits are ready to harvest, lush blackberries, golden crabapples, plump, purple sloes covered in their purple blush.

Prickly hedgehogs and sleepy dormice gorge themselves in readiness for their winter sleep. 

Murmurations of starlings create intricate, wheeling patterns in the sky, twisting and turning in harmony.

The air smells different. Glistening dew forms on spiders webs, highlighting their beauty and strength.

Hello October, so happy to see you, Autumn is truly here.

Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |


summertime robin
gambols through the crackling leaves
tree's a year older 

Copyright © Benjamin Wormwood | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

The End of Summer Days

The days arrive and leave without fanfare.
They sweep in late in the evening
 with sunlight dancing on the glass door
 glimmering reflections on the wall.

As the day passes
 it ticks away slowly
 with the sun rising high
 then directly overhead. 

The leaves and branches of the trees
 cast shadows that close in
 blocking out the light
 and whispering the day is half done. 

A soft, light, gentle caressing breeze
 touches the leaves lightly
 making the tree tremble in the shade
 and all goes still and quiet.

Not a sound breaks the air
 all seems to be at rest
 breathing in the last days of summer
 that hung on then seemed to leave too soon.

The reminder of the day
 stretches out to twilight, dusk
 a sunset painted in pink and blue
 across the distant horizon.

The end of summer hangs in the air
 and begins to leave
 silent and untethered
 quietly as it came.

Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015