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it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days.
I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu.
an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises.
my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody.
Sophie, my cocker spaniel sits behind me, she is an inside dog.
Buddy, our husky mix trots a giant six pound bone around in his mouth.
there is a car on Kansas Avenue, we cannot see it, but we hear it.
nothing else is moving until I spy a blue jay landing on a branch.
so light in hue, that he could be an arctic jay, he is the lightest gray.
annoyingly loud muscle car can be heard in the distance, tearing up a street.
roosters behind me begin to crow, even though it is noon.
melodic chimes heighten their melody as today’s breeze picks up.
trilling of birds gives me a reassuring thought of God in the yard.
behind me I hear the purr of our porch refrigerator.
if there has ever been a calmer day, I was not aware of it.
someone revs a car engine far off in the distance.
old man or boy, I think, or old lady in a mumu. This makes me smile.
If only I could shake off long rigorous winter;
and embrace secret hidden in the cool of spring.
Enlivened by nature; the twitter sound of the Scarlet Tanager,
its red-orange and black feathers, the flame of spring.
As the natural oak loses its yellowish-beige,
worm-like male catkins dress everything in sight
with its yellow pollen; leaving tiny female flowers
for new growth on the limbs.
If only I could see the Overwinter Oak Leaf Rollers
green caterpillars that later turn into adult moths,
feed and hang on silk thread from the leaves
and branches then fall to the ground.
Brown May beetles attracted to the light
And wobble when they fly or walk.
If only I could see the sunlight reft
through sturdy limbs and myriad leaves
of trees and shrubs and from somewhere
hear the rapid clatter drumming sound
of the harbinger of spring, of a single woodpecker.
If only I could see the brilliant and stunning plumage colours
of the blue Jay and the red cardinal and hear them sing
their melodies so freely; feed on sweet pleasing berries,
grown amid full foliage that have had soaked
in the open warm radiant sun.
If only I could shake off long rigorous winter;
and embrace secret hidden in the cool of spring.
3/29/2023
Poetry Contest: 'This or That, Vol 17'
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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If I held the power of speech,
silence is never
The silent ones,
those unable to speak,
beheld
the stunning gifts
that tenderly enlighten souls
morsels for the eyes to feast
to belay absence
A blue jay finds them
and stares at their minus
and reasonably
the blue jay vamooses to airs
A multitude of lost butterflies
congregate near
a waterfall
as their wings speak
true tell-tales
their life's stories whole
in intricate fragments
Deaf study them comely
in the show of shows
fluttering wings
cascading downward equally
number of living butterflies
and of living waters
Smile upon smile
all host hushed
turns to grins
muted afoot in a mud pond
is nature's cakewalk
Statuettes of papyrus
kissing the watery banks
with their papered lips
unto their accounts of a
special day
as each bow with its crested crown
A trail of fallen stars
barren their soles to aglow
springs blindly glamor
as a jealous chord sound
awaken the northern light show
displays of awe
... as body taps buddies
a form of talk
by voiceless ...
Sweet, spring wrap your arms around me,
Place me in an emerald forest, green;
Rain, gently fall and make my world clean-
I run through a wildflower meadow carefree,
Narrow trails beckon me to follow their labyrinthine;
Gamboling, frolicking baby ducks play on a pond aquamarine.
Ice cold storms are gone away,
Such delight- the song of a blue jay.
Cajoling, coaxing mother duck tries to keep order,
Oh, in this nirvana there is no clock . . .
Melodious forest tunes like a symphony by Bach-
Inside this forest nature blooms in manic disorder
Nearby, on a branch the call of a hawk . . .
Getting tired- I rest on a sunny rock.
Shasta daisies sway and dance-
Oh, I am a travelling pleasure-seeker,
Oh, flocks of flying birds call to me from a loudspeaker;
Nothing is more beautiful than a spring happenstance . . .
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March 18, 2017
Acrostic Rhyme/Spring Is Coming Soon
Copyright Protected, ID 885372
Spring Is Coming Soon- Acrostic
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops used to be
The creek behind the house has turned to white
How silently she rests upon this morn
Her muddy depths completely out of sight
Beneath a face where ice begins to form
The trees once leafy raise their barren limbs
Where now those scarlet feathers can be seen
A Cardinal in flight upon a whim
Upon a winter morning so serene
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
And stare in wonder...at this world... amazed
...
A blue jay breaks the silence with his trill
That sends those scarlet feathers to the air
Across the creek they fly to yonder hill
Where combines of the windmills creak...beware
The sun begins to rise up from the east
Exposing all the diamonds in the snow
Abreast the oak and maple leaves deceased
The frosty face of winter all aglow
With gratifying java on my lips
With a big coffee cup held in my hand
I tap my table top with fingertips
While humming Crosby's Winter Wonder Land
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
I stare in wonder ...at this world...amazed
Written: Dec. 10Th, 2016
"If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come."
- Chinese Proverb
I saw a glimpse of orange in a tree today
It was a Baltimore oriole, as he quickly flew away
My feeders are full with suet, sweet nectar, and sunflower seeds
To attract my feathered friends and fulfill their dietary needs
I sip my hot coffee as I sit in my backyard, waiting for the show
I am excited to see birds appear that I may not already know
I can hear all their musical singing and some new chirping sounds
I hope to see a rare bird today, as I see movement on the ground
I see a spring red robin jump and chirp along the fence gate
Then fly to the ground foraging, while singing in a cheery state
A bright blue-Jay lands as the songbirds quickly scatter away
Puffing his blue plumage, chirping, calling out to his mate today
I go inside to refill my mug since there are no new birds in sight
As I look out and see an albino hummingbird in feathers all white
Feeding, sipping on nectar with opalescent wings rapidly flapping
A rare sighting, I almost missed, I can’t believe this is happening
I walk out to my backyard and no longer see the rare hummingbird
As I sit, I hear a sweet, unusual chirping, not sure what I just heard
I look up and spot the rare white hummingbird perched in an oak tree
I am elated to see it again, hoping it will come back down and visit me
2/15/2021 ( Edited on 2/16/21)
Contest: Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Hope springs eternal, they say
Robin red-breast seen with the blue jay
Flowers poke their way up through hard ground
Buds on tree open, prisoners unbound
The sky is a pale azure-blue
Her breezes so warm and inviting
Spring's yearly hope's again sprung
The very air whispers promises exciting...
Then what to make of renewed hope in mid-Winter
Rivers and streams no longer flowing
Icicles hang from stark tree limbs midst snowing
Few hints of life outdoors stirring or growing
Yet it's in with the New Year, decked out in gay flirtation
Spirits soaring higher, with each clink of inebriation
Optimism peeking into every nook and cranny of our nation
There's a feeling of can't-miss anticipation --
This year will usher in an era of Lasting Peace and Jubilation!
December 31, 2018
“Snowflakes are winter’s butterflies.” – Unknown
Winter is not always bitter, lifeless and drab
Snow gleams as it blankets and caresses nature
Birds become a vibrant display in reds and blues
A Blue Jay squawks as a cardinal stands ground
Perched on shimmery branches and bird feeders
As their songs warm frigid air with joyous melodies
Trees sleep as their barren branches provide shelter
While ice shimmers in artsy patterns under sunlight
Squirrels busy at feeders, hoarding seeds and nuts
Winds blow snowfall as it cleanses the drab ground
Ducks heard quacking while perching on icy riverbeds
Nature becomes a magical display in winter
poetic trilling of joyful greedy song birds in summer
faded pink male cardinals swoop and flip
running red squirrel flashes tail
excited white-tailed deer knocks down bird feeder
mushy wet birdseed is now on the ground
bashed in red feeder lies limp and helpless
october transmogrifies rapidly into december
holiday activities are keeping farmers busy
wife is not filling feeders as diligently
snuggly nights get longer and darker
ice and snow brings in frost from the north
squirrels are in hiding now
feeder is emptying fast
hoggish crows, cardinals and wrens
blue jay watches and waits, uninvited
I have known you for all eternity,
Together we’ve travelled on this journey.
Through time and space I’ve seen every face,
As beautiful as bearing your soul in place.
Your eyes look through me in your special way,
Finally I have found you on this day.
You’re the love that completes me as I you,
Never have I felt the way that I do.
We shall always have each other I pray,
To hold in the light, to the gods I say.
Such is the way of lovers so I’m told,
My yin to my yang, my warmth to my cold.
For you, Blue Jay, I would do anything,
You’re the sound in my soul that makes me sing.