Woodland to saunter
Braced up across hilltops,
Tendrils of leaves curl like locks
Fresh the mist sprinkling my face.
An airspray of radiant mist
Flows on her grasses evergreen
Till birdland stirs and whistles..
Joy in her field's embrace.
Velvet lays on ground
My dream-like eyes twinkle,
While blooms come dancing
A raucous merry-go-around;
The light tap on the skin,
Curious heart so ravenous
Through every magical whim.
Somewhere to surrender,
Melting down my cheeks
Upon the forest floor
The nature of my inner beast
Drips from thrill of wonder
From rare absence of reason,
A moment where innocence drifts
In wilderness ' arms blessing seasons,
The childlike creature in me
Soars into ladders of bliss!
In the flush of hot summertime, I took the scenic route,
Up a hill of pine trees, when all of nature was in fruit!
All along the fragrant path, I relished that winding road,
Swept away by multitudinous colors, beauty had bestowed!
The dawn had grown so lovely, with its cotton candy skies,
So like the debut of springtime, in its blushing surprise!
And I was welcomed with sweet songs, into Birdland Manor,
In the blooming golden age, of nature's youthful glamour!
Bleeding as purple as the Ravens jersey with pride
A city so welcoming, fittingly and adoringly...
Labeled "Charm City," and "B'more"; this city is much more!
There's no dull moment or sight
ln this wondrous place. There's so much to see!
Most definitely livable...and not "rat-infested"!
Orioles tweet for this "Birdland" at the break of dawn
Receptive to tourists with open arms. Just like...
Every American city, imperfect, yet always prosperous!
Date written: 11/10/2019
I wrote this poem about 3 months ago but forgot to post it.
A Kea is a parrot found in New Zealand
Also called Wobbly Keas, pranksters of birdland
Clowns of the mountains
Known to thousands
Of natives and tourists for fun loving diversions
The sky ironed out n da' morning divine
On a November day cold
Celestial rainbows born of peeping sunshine
Cloud dreams rush past unrolled
Under the bare leafless trees
Masqueraded hard to see
A bird lands on a branch'y trapeze
Whilst' a gusting humming bird laughs elusively
Yet in that moment prevue
A sparkle of butterflies at glance
Capturing shades of yellow and warm blue
As treetops sway to the wind of dance
A secret life in the windy air
Sultry skies in hues of grey and white
At the moment birds n' butterflies scare
The whole time sky cracking in sight
Pleading in chilly branches above
Whilst autumn boom rumble laughs merrily
Birds n' butterflies lying determinedly in love
O' plunder n' thunder strike with golden symphony
Autumn now sways in aquamarine streaks
Spreading opulently past the stars
As the night revolves the sound of birdland shrieks
End of rainbow, yonder far
When night casts shadows on the ground
The robin, distant, croons
Avian tones, enthralled by dreams
While stars glaze like festoons.
Ringlets of clouds, like puffs on flight
The silhouette of trees,
Nocturnal sighs and murmurings
Are caught up in the breeze.
Then, the new moon appears above
Her white face shyly peeps,
Light breaks so softly, glows the wings
As nest of duskfall sleeps.
Yet birdland rustles through the leaves
Jays trill on bush and thorn;
Where cardinal's imprints pass
Across the dappled lawn.
Soon these plumed wonders of the dark
Close down for daytime's rest,
To gather strength for next eve's rites
Unfolding at their best.
For The Birds Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
11/2/2015
as birdland warbles
cooing Mozart rhapsody--
lovers kiss, make up
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4/11/15
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