Sonnet Bird Poems

The sun has brung out a low spinescene
against the brush housing thrush and pheasants
My father moves as death, silhouetted 
A proper Shropshire lad I hang...

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The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees...

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Hummingbird’s perch sipping fresh liquid gold,
while their wings flutter in luminous green.
Soon to be zipping, zooming, flying bold.
Sunlight brightens their tiny plumes to sheen.

Purple finches...

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And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them...

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Tender blooms unfold, petals soft as skin
Orange hues and yellows brighten up the scene
Pure warmth awakens, gentle as a kin
Rays of sunlight dance, and all...

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Cool comforts from the moon shining in Spring
diverge from coming Summer's scorching sun.
Sweet honeysuckle lifts its trumpet string
to set swift tempo for the Springtime fun.

The...

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"Let yourself become living poetry." Rumi

Soft whispers of those early summer's breeze
Touches my wrinkled skin, caresses so fine.
This fleeting moment in time's tranquil ease
In your...

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 A bird sings an ode to twilight
 Composed just for those purple skies
 Tomorrow when dawn breaks light
 It will sing a sonnet to...

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In my garden, there’s an apricot 
tree with pink fragrant blossoms that 
fall from the branches one by 
one to the ground. From a 
tree,...

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Kingfisher! Sculpturally shaped! Beam with a bold bright beak!
How splendidly your soft-strong somatic symmetry shines!
Awesome is the charm of your topaz eyes and rainbow quill.
Wondrous...

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The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring

He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her...

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Mid December. Most birds have vacated our yard, having instinctively flown south for the winter.  Out of habit, I look out my kitchen window...

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In quiet glades, where noise finds no domain,
The hidden nature trail, a sacred lane.
Away from clamor, where tranquility prevails,
Splashing birds and waters, nature's soothing tales.

Through...

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Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
You have made me want to change.
To love the shrubs, grass and trees
To love the foxes and the bees.

The sky is...

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Oh, once upon a time I saw a bird.
The bird was sitting, lonely, on a tree.
I looked at it and it looked down at me.
Then...

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