the flap of a wing
puffing up a downy coat
longing for the sun
Categories:
black capped chickadee, bird, nature, winter,
Form: Haiku
Glorious are the blue-tipped ridges of snow drifts,
a see-though sun is a crystal teardrop in my eye.
Sunlight sparkles through a clear mirror sky,
glorious is the bright and luminous snow.
A mouse has scurried over a surface ridge,
its paws impressing tick mark tracks,
that glint and check a fleeting length of time.
Mind mesmerizes itself. A diamond
polishes a skin-deep prism.
The glory rises, my heart pounds out,
long hallelujah moments.
At the foot of an icicle-tressed oak
a Black-Capped Chickadee
chirps-out loud its song of life.
Glory sings along and hits its high notes,
again, and again.
Categories:
black capped chickadee, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A Black Capped Chickadee came along
Singing to me a sweet, special song
It landed right next to me, nearby
Looking at me as if wondering why?
Why isn’t everyone smiling today?
I smiled back, before it flew away
In a bird’s flight of freedom seen,
Come messages, anyone can glean
Heidi Sands
10/22/20
Categories:
black capped chickadee, bird, song,
Form: Rhyme
Silvery glitter shimmering in a crystal lake;
trees don their wintry dressing gowns.
Azure skies shiver above a natural mirror
beneath the small bridge, as we cross.
In this locale, swim the trout beneath a
white canopy and somewhere, I hear the
faint echo of a black-capped chickadee, intoning.
In the semi-quiet of a filtering lacy mist,
a pitter-pat murmurs upon the icy blanketed waters,
serenading Mother Earth, in her slumber.
1-29-2020
STRAND no 660,any theme,any form Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
black capped chickadee, appreciation, nature, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Precariously perched outside my window pane
Each morning giddy playfulness he loves to feign
A black-capped chickadee punctually greets me
From atop a fragrant branch of my lilac tree
Whistles praising the glory of the rising sun
He calls me to come out for play let's have some fun
Won't stop his song till both my feet are out of bed
Face it there'll be plenty time to sleep when I'm dead
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 4, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and February 10, 2019 for contest SONGBIRDS sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN
Categories:
black capped chickadee, beautiful, bird, morning, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Black capped chickadee
sitting in my hand,
come play with me
across God's beautiful land.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.28/2004
I wrote this about my youngest daughter. It's the first time she had a chickadee land on her hand.
Categories:
black capped chickadee, beautiful,
Form: Quatrain