When the temperature drops
Cold fingers, feet and itchy scarves
King winter scattered snow over the country
Decorated, as the beauty it created
Ice cold sea crashes against the coast
See how the birds are struggling in the wind
Birds die of lack of food every winter
Blue Tit, Yellowhammer, House Sparrow, Robin and Brambling
Cold, strong wind and snowy branches
Each calorie counts,
to survive is a matter of finding food
No stockings or warm shoes
Do not worry, my little friends
On my birdboard there is food for everyone
13.12.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
brambling, bird, winter,
Form: Free verse
Through the thorny bramble
Our hands were sorely tried,
Stretching for the juicy ones
The black ones, way up high.
Sometimes we ate the red ones
Sharp and bitter sweet.
But the plump and sticky ripened ones,
Those ones were the treat.
We collected basketfuls
Our fingers purple stained,
But by the time we got them home,
Very few remained.
Categories:
brambling, childhood, fruit, memory, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Evening willow calls
Low across the brambling sand
A bird cries alone
Sunset bids farewell
To the moaning surf and bar
A gull flies through dark
The sky no sound makes
With thunder or wind or plane
Promise of us gone
Evening willow calls
To moaning surf at the bar
I to distant star
Let night comes silent
Then, and heart waves be so still
A bird flies alone
Categories:
brambling, lost love, nature, bird,
Form: Haiku