Grosbeak Poems - Poems about Grosbeak

...rose breasted grosbeak a beautiful visitor pleasant arrival Heidi Sands 5/5/22......Read the rest...

...Snowflakes taking rebirths; transforming into flimsy shapes, Melting then, commemorating momentary landscapes... Flying high; skating, skiing, tough throw of stony snowballs; One never gets hur......Read the rest...

...Mint leaf season vortex gilds sylvan glaze vivid hue a scented purple ground mist citrus brume float locus in dewdrop phase cherry orchard fruit shoots hearthrob wish list Gold grosbeak pecking......Read the rest...

...SPRING NOTES I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful. Pete Hamill <>...Read the rest...

...Visions, above fluffy white clouds, I would have as a bird, And spy upon the fairy crowds That frolic among stately pines. Eat milk, cheese and honey, Fly round elves and the Queen that shines.......Read the rest...

...Wasps and bees and grasshopper knees waiting to sting and scratch, Give them an inch and they respond with stings and holes to patch. Wren and finch and grosbeak syrinx waiting to burst with song......Read the rest...

...Through a dining room window in the house I meet various friends on daily basis Their entertaining spirit is huge The joy they give to me is plentiful All I do is, offer them some seeds Paying......Read the rest...

...Not long ago, one midwinter day The sky was bright blue, not dull winter gray It lured me out, from my hiding place For a welcome but needed, much change of pace Heel-hound in tow, we made our ......Read the rest...

...Sweet you look in warm rain Peeling the soil for chocolate chains Recalling Vincent van Gogh Inklings of green mailbox Nestling molecules of paradise Gr......Read the rest...

...He tries again to situate his grosbeak nose beneath his spectacles. He twists the silver toothpick in his teeth and hunches now a little more toward her, saying “Listen, dear, I’ve said all this......Read the rest...

...By the frozen creek in the woods I seek Solitude. The bleak leafless oak trees creak In the wind. So weak is the light. The meek Yellow grass blades peek through the ice. A streak Of white frost......Read the rest...

...Husband and Wife on Hassocks Eating Sausage He tries again to situate his grosbeak nose beneath his spectacles. He twists the toothpick in his teeth and hunches now a little more toward her......Read the rest...