Juncos Poems - Poems about Juncos

...On Februarys third, when winter bites, We set our tables for feathered flights. Seeds scattered wide on frozen ground, Draw tiny visitors from all around. Cardinals flash their crimson capes, ......

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...In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds One in particular had hollowed inside this stanchion Braced against pervading skies and......

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...Bird watchers say there are birds that return in spring to play build a nest, raise their young but as seasons change there are always some who stay the winter, forage for seeds familiar ones......

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...The chittering birds draw his attention. He sits at the doorway watching them eat The only thing separating them is a screen or I am sure those birds would be dead at his feet. He watches the s......

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...waving to the cardinals jays and juncos waking to terns frigate birds and pelicans......

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...Around bushes, trees and pathways, race two lively squirrels Scurrying speedily up and down playing games of tag together Spreading its shaggy tail one would sit up tall by taking a halt Prying o......

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...If I am not here to see Let him in, my little chickadee If the bell rings twice it’s a pair Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair If I don’t hear this little bird He’ll fly away, not leaving a wo......

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...Just outside my window, As I sip my morning tea, The crossroads of the local bird world, Rain or shine, is there to see. It dangles from a shepherd’s crook, A dear friend gifted me. Squirrels......

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...A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber. Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row music chirps cavort the sunset amber. Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds o......

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...Taking in vistas breathing in autumn's perfume squirrels hopscotch from branch to branch juncos play a symphony for me the wind whispers reminding me of emptiness on my sides stinging me to the ......

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...I like my winters "neat" ... But they all come "on the rocks" here So a day will come when palms will dominate my view Instead of evergreen trees and pine cones and juniper bushes (Though I......

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...The spring breeze plays music With wind chimes nearby Sweet songs in warm sunshine With a clear bright blue sky A patchwork of snow Is left to melt on the ground Where slate colored juncos A......

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...A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows chirping and hopping branch to branch waiting for the feeder to be free of cardinals juncos and j......

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...Imperfect world, purposeless person. I retired to pursue perfection learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants, read every inch of English literature, Scientific American and Foreign Affairs......

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...In the holy spot with a sitting rock, an oak. In back yards, shagbark hickory and maple. Ants climb the rock. August, birds celebrate flowering weeds, the seeds of autumn to come. I am......

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