Best Juncos Poems

The spring breeze plays music
With wind chimes nearby
Sweet songs in warm sunshine
With a clear bright blue sky

A patchwork of snow
Is left to melt on the...

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robin watching
throng of juncos 
backyard dances...

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Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair...

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Cold breeze cutting to the bone
as pitter patter of sleet hit leaves.
Squirrels running around gathering acorns
blue jays, sparrows, juncos
flying tree to tree.
Fountain spraying free
in the...

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I like my winters "neat" ...

But they all come "on the rocks" here
So a day will come when palms will dominate my view
Instead of evergreen...

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A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled...

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The gathered birds are making such a cacophonous sound.
It is their way of telling me they now are onward bound.

They are rounding up the young,...

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Bird watchers say
 there are birds that return in spring to play
build a nest, raise their young
 but as seasons change there are always some
who...

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Winds rush thru the whispering pines,
To play with mantle of green;
And gossamer thread of a spider's web,
Hangs in sunlight's sheen.

Laurel leaves that crown the head,
Frame...

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Just outside my window,
As I sip my morning tea,
The crossroads of the local bird world,
Rain or shine, is there to see.

It dangles from a shepherd’s...

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Last year's daffodils 
greeted spring with laughter, 
waving their bright heads
at dark-eyed juncos 
who paused at the fountain 
on their journey north.

This year, we waited,...

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Around bushes, trees and pathways, race two lively squirrels 
Scurrying speedily up and down playing games of tag together
Spreading its shaggy tail one would sit...

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If I am not here to see
Let him in, my little chickadee
If the bell rings twice it’s a pair
Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair

If...

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In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches
Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds
One in particular had hollowed inside this...

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A bright winter day
and not a leaf left
on this skeleton 

tree teeming 
with sparrows
chirping and hopping

branch to branch 
waiting for the feeder
to be free of...

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