You see me sitting in silence, but never ask what I’ve lost to be quiet.
I smile like a habit — behind it, a heart held together with breath.
The shadows walk with me kindly, hiding the parts I can’t bear to show.
Junco in winter
flies on grass tip, rides on field
to pick fallen seeds,
prefers in taking shelter
roosting on conifer tree.
blithe is the songbird
chiming on velvet gold plumes
melody fills spring
june wind props avian flight...
leaving me sad notes, goodbye
bold in winter's cold~
cruise in peace with no bruises
yet predict lightning
to warn and heed nature's call
for spiritual rebirth
Contest:High Fives for June
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: June 24th, 2025 1:02:00 PM
Placement: Third
Junco
Just another bird you say
Juxtaposed to other birds unfair
Jettison your prejudices
Join with other ornithologists
Judging the Junco on its own merits
Jubilantly this little bird thrives
Joyfulness in its tiny song
shelter
junco perch on limbs
holly tree
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.