Best Waxwing Poems

bare tree's shrill splendor
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sweetening the morn

       with honey-drenched melody...

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I am cool water,
 You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
 Sustain you, cradle you.
   Drink of me ...
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windsongs

whispering windsongs
 whoosh with warm whimsical waves ~
  wild waxwing waltzes

1-18-22
Contest: Nature based Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

"Windsong" is the name of one of John Denver's...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names...

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Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun. 
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church...

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a crush with black masks
devour frozen red berries ~
cedar waxwing raid...

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Which flying bird shall I choose to be?
Would Bird of Paradise suit me?
Owl, falcon or hawk might be fun.
Bohemian waxwing is on the run.
Trumpeter Hornbill...

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*Image of A Cedar Waxwing in Winter by The C Lab.

a crack at the nutcracker

sole *waxwing natures
crowned nomen swathed pastel fair~
seats heart hints of hues

*These...

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if you gotta fight
then find waxwing lane,ok?
then go off mustang...

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Damp  leafs random toss by autumn gust,
hue stain bold foliage unfurls, 
brown, golden amber, red-orange curls,
into town or country setting thrust

Thin laid  ice...

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snow dusted berries
entice cedar waxwing flock ~
frozen winter treat

11/12/22
Contest: A new hiku footle tanka Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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zing of waxwing
         zipping silence

        ~air tight flyby...

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We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it’s the perfect place to watch the sun...

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Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes,
Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes...

Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs; 
One never gets hurt, yet, as...

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