Best Wrens Poems
In foggy north coasts
comes bright flecks from speckled calls~
of pacific wrens
8/13/21
Each flower she meets
Is forgiving of the intrusion
The uncertain rustling
Such is the need
When to need is to exist
Two young wrens sat on a wire side by side.
Then one bird stretched her wings ever so wide.
The other bird grabbed the tip of her wing,
And she began to scream, poor little thing.
Pulling much harder, he wouldn't let her go,
But lost his grip when she moved to and fro.
Angered and miffed, she flew to a small branch.
He chirped his regrets to beg a next chance.
And the following day, she did just that...
He began to walk, she began to trail
Close enough to yank some feathers from his tail.
Butterfly girl greets the quiet wren in a field of corn
Where yellow and light green vegetation is often born
Far off they hear an accordion and a Romanian horn.
Melodies are terrific says a dwarf who arrived this morn.
Soft-spoken wren opens up his beak to sing a song.
It is exactly short enough, not too brief or too long.
Your voice is delicious says the girl named Lee Armstrong.
With that kind of warbling, how can you go wrong?
Spring Hiku 12
wrens warble on trees
river r a
m b le
s
to the sea
of i n f i n I t y.
Unconnected Footles
fun words
thoughts tour
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Long years
Jade tears
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Seive gains
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heart hunts
long nerve
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shoreline
foot prints
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touch God
dance oft
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winds flare
hopes rise
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soul blessed
grace placed
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wrens meet
birds’ song
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2021
wrens crowd the feeder
awaiting their finest chance ~
seeds strewn all over
The green tree, home to Jenny Wren,
Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard.
As sunlight penetrates
Find me sitting on a shady bench
Eye to eye with these tiny creatures,
Relaxing to the flutter of their wings
As they continue
Going about their lives
Unafraid of my presence,
Communing with my spirit.
In the garden's quiet corner,
Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves,
House wrens diligently weave their nests,
A labor of love in the springtime air.
Each twig and blade of grass carefully chosen,
Crafted with precision and purpose,
To create a sanctuary, a haven,
For new life to emerge and thrive.
With each flutter of wings,
A story unfolds,
Of resilience, of hope,
In the cycle of renewal.
In this quiet symphony of nature,
There is no need for rhyme or reason,
Just the simple beauty,
Of life finding its place,
In the tapestry of existence.
Spring Hiku 9
spring sun sets down
sleepy wrens dream in their n e t s
s
river e v e r f
l o
w s.