Best Birdbath Poems

The first is like an imaginary vision;
a tiny apparition, in three quick flashes.
The landing, one sip, then disappearing,

sweet fairy wren.

Then, there is the brazen, full,...

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I watch this world pass by, 
miracle after miracle, 
overcome with thoughts 
of life and death - 
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into...

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Put bird feeder by my stone,
so I will never be alone;
plant a tree, apple or pear,
flowers to give the spot some flair;
at least some grass,...

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I meant to do my work today
Instead I spied a nest among the maple leaves
 where birds were singing in the trees
   and...

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I am a red bird sitting in a huge oak tree,              ...

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Fred The Hawk and his wife were most frightening to behold.
No one got away from them; they were in a class so very bold.
They had...

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The dawn sun rose yellow and gold,
   And soft light pours in my window;
The sun is rising up so bold,
   ...

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early morning....

I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath

next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in...

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My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my...

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I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was...

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Tufted white-tops
on pale beige staggered-stalks,
the coneflowers crowns 
dressed the perennial bed;
leaning precariously against
the conical mushroomesque birdbath.

Snow, soft and wet wrapped the grape arbor like ermine;
making...

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Way beyond
Iced birdbath
Dead fennel

The garden's 
Frosted fence
Frozen hill

Candescence
Seen through pines
Golden sun     

Tricube poetry form...

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i.
Evil sleeps in an orchard
not far from here.
The apples sweat him out.
Dressed as god, the Sun
watches and nods.
He bleeds for them
out of his own mouth.


A...

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Light fractures, as it filters through Jasmine
a soft splayed light on the wrinkled skin
of an old man's hands
it brings warmth to his mornings
under the vines,...

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Dawn iced the birdbath and crisped the sunless air
to show time for winter to claim its shivered share.
Indeed the season is born again anew
just like...

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