As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
THE CROW
crows constantly caw
cacophony of sound bites
Impassioned birdlife
THE SEAGULL
seagull invasion
It's every bird for himself
aggression with wings
THE ALBATROSS
albatross gliding
thermal uplift and bird soars
fine sight to behold.
Driving down the old sand road
headlights shade potholes in the dark
Drive slowly with your precious load
to the bus stop where we park
Back on the sand and heading home dark skies shading to greys
pastel hues foretell the sun
Twilight gives way with brilliant blinding rays
a bright dawn it has begun
Now those dusty dark roads with all their flaws
as dull as dull can be
Magically transformed with reflected light
as bright as the sun on sea
Silhouette life on rainbow skies
photographers dream birth of a new day
Birdlife abounds this old sand road
watch quietly as they play
Its lighter now crystal skies so blue
and I’ve finally reached my gate
Lift club can be dull that is true
but I simply cannot wait
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Birdwatcher
This passionate, keen Ornithologist,
Is an interest, I profoundly pursue.
With the upmost of dedication,
To Black Tern & Long Billed Curlew.
Never a Twitcher, or just an obsession,
Binoculars on hand to observe.
Redstart & Greenfinch, also Reed Bunting,
Come into focus on a birdlife reserve.
Warblers & Wagtails, singing all day,
Sounding so sweet in the garden.
Robin & Chiffchaff scurry around,
That’s my bug meal, if you pardon.
Black Tailed Godwit & Purple Sandpiper,
Great Skuas & Dunlin share low tide.
Petrels & Fulmars, big Herring Seagull,
All I can name from a secluded bird hide
Masters of Architecture
The air heavy with scent of August blossom
A warm and still day indeed!
Sitting by the lakeside
Watching fishes dance in the water
A twittering in the trees
Then captivated my attention
Above was a party of beautiful birds
Singing in the orange tree
I remember a cool day in January
When I stumbled in the realm of birdlife
About their intricate domed nest
It was in a gorse bush about half a mile down the lake
Both the male and the female
Brought building materials into the nest
This was about four feet from the ground
They are amazing architects!
Imagine the busy birds
Piecing in lichen,
Animal hair and cobwebs
Leaves tightly clutched with beaks
The oval-shaped domed nest is ready
With door at the top
Their elaborate building,
The best thing your eyes could behold
Outside my window I heard a chirping,
And on a tree was one little sparrow;
This bird had not a care for snow falling.
Often many perch on a branch narrow,
I find their nests in walls and in vines;
And on a tree was one little sparrow.
Even in light fixtures I find signs,
So closely entwined in my daily life;
I find their nests in walls and in vines.
These sparrows enjoy a city birdlife,
I love to watch them have a snow bath;
So closely entwined in my daily life.
They hop, hop on my icy garden path,
Sparrows will eat right out of my hand;
I love to watch them have a snow bath.
I find this little bird so delightfully grand,
Outside my window I heard a chirping;
Sparrows will eat right out of my hand.
This bird has not a care for snow falling
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November 28, 2015
Poetry/Terzanelle/Winter Sparrows
Copyright Protected, ID 15-730-421-0
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance L France
Submitted to the contest, Strand Pick F
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
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Written for the Open Poetry contest
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot
Fifth Place
Summer Rain
I hear the first of summer rains
Pounding on my window pane
Farmers all are glad you came
Welcome! Welcome! Summer rain
Brings forth the needed harvest
Work to do no time to rest
From nowhere comes the summer birdlife
Life anew where once was strife
Don’t know where that storm came from
You can’t trust that weatherman Tom
Flooding o’er the new green grasses
Closing all the mountain passes
Destroying all the new mown hay
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
Damn the summer rain
COME, SIT BY ME ( to Emily Dickinson)
Emily--
Come,
Sit by me --
We’ll watch the singing chicks
Starlings searching --always searching on
Searching--hopping
through the plucky dawn
as the blue jumps from the sky--
We'll watch determined style
never stopping
always hopping
chirp in single file
There must be a lesson
in the birdlife that we see
Never finding what they seek
but happy as can be.
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013
(rewrite)
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