Long Nuthatch Poems
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Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
As I sit on the bench, watching nature's lively moments,
The Tufted Titmouse, Chickadee and Nuthatch look at me
Their small beady eyes are staring in the air
The Robin bounce near the Mourning Dove on the lawn
I can hear the Woodpecker hammer and the Black Crow caw
Goldfinch and Eastern Bluebirds sit on stair posts to the porch
Or they choose the thin branches of the holly bush nearby
The lush garden is filled with Aster, Dalia, and Roses
Colors burst where the Hummingbird visit red blossoms
This magical, fluttering beauty, ignites my inspiration
In a breeze reaching me, settling in my soul, where I sit
Feeling light as the white trellis, balancing between the rocks
I am secure in a garden full of life, simply watching the birds
2/10/23
Entry for a simple pleasure Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Julia Ward
Theme chosen: Watching birds in the garden.
I set up my writing spot in front of the window
Then, I found myself in this ongoing trance
Nature was on stage, it chose to put on a show
As the cold wind blew, I watched all the trees dance
The warmth from the woodstove, merged with sunlight
Writing slowed down to a sleepy, calm, inside
A Nuthatch caught my attention upside-down after flight
It seemed my muse had found a refuge to hide
So many distractions, I questioned my writing spot
As the world outside, kept with skipping on by
Yet, the things to write about, surely were a lot
So, I went back to the paper and let my pen fly
Here it all is, observations from inside-out
From warmth to the cold, to the living all around
From stillness to movement, silence to a shout
Writing can be magical from anything that’s found
11/23/21
Entry For the “W” New Poems Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
In the holy spot
with the sitting rock,
an oak. Out back
shagbark hickory
and maple.
Ants climb the rock.
August, birds
celebrate flowering
weeds, the seeds
of autumn to come.
I am here to name it
and know it and help it
to grow. These mountains
are my grave. A good grave
to go to.
The crows have been
in conference, again.
A jay, blue, pokes
a hole through reality.
I find sumacs fruiting
and the male sex organs
of the Queen Anne’s lace.
Juncos glean the lawn,
an occasional nuthatch
in the butternut.
I hear a pileated
woodpecker jackhammering
and my neighbor’s skill saw
chirring. Ants crawl
on connecting interlacing instructions.
Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees.
Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds.
Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider lunch and a caterpillar filled home.
Pigeons flock together to peacefully perch on an church.
Puddles are for parched puppies who suffer a little thirst.
Ponds become a drink for blooming blossoming trees.
Patiently I’m waiting to plant petunia and poppy seeds
Rubbery rain boots donate dry feet.
Robin fledglings begin to eat.
Rain and sun meet as one,
making a ribbon of lovely hues,
arched green, yellow, and radiant blues.
Ribbit then repeat, frogs wake up to a
repetitive beat.
Imagine a katydid, butterfly or flea,
drinking sun warmed cinnamon tea !
If inchworms can measure a dragonfly’s wings,
imagine a butterfly that could really sing!
Indigo Buntings dipped in blue, grasshoppers and cicadas are their favorite food.
Nuthatch, a feathered acrobat that can climb upside down, and circle a tree around and around. On peanuts and cherries they love to dine, with conifers and prickly pines.
Nature welcomes spring with lovely bird songs, while tall grass hides a new spotted fawn.
Geese with long black necks eat gracefully from the ground, where berries and spring grass is now easily found. Larger than a duck but smaller than a swan.
Soon goslings will appear when wintertime is gone, singing proud, petite songs.
In the mountains it’s our tradition to delay our morning walk
so we can listen to the morning choir that begins promptly at six-o’clock.
Yes, at six-o’clock every morning without uttering a word
as the dawn breaks over the mountain we sit and listen to the chorus of the birds.
The singing can be heard all around us…through the birds are hidden in the trees
their voices blend so beautifully carried gently on the breeze.
Our first morning in the mountains was a truly wonderful scene…
so many voices singing their morning song…we counted seventeen.
We recognized the cardinal and the blue jay…birds we often see
We heard a nuthatch, a woodpecker, the Carolina wren and chickadee.
We heard warblers, robins, a titmouse, as their voices ebb and flow
a vireo, a phoebe, a towhee and a crow.
After showing our appreciation…the next morning…again at six
as we listened to the new song…six more birds were added to the mix.
More warblers and a grosbeak shared with us their gift…
as did a different kind of nuthatch, a catbird and a chimney swift.
The next morning I imagine realizing this is a performance we both love
we were joined by a scarlet tanager, a sparrow…and a dove.
This morning as I try to describe this mellifluous harmony…
(it’s difficult to find the words)
joining the ever-expanding chorus is a goldfinch, and a hummingbird
Even in a morning rain…using the trees as their umbrella
These birds sing out their morning chorus…with no music…Acapella.
It’s a beautiful way to begin our day…
and for the rest of the day there is a bounce a lilt to the way we walk.
compliments of the birds
who share with us their beautiful voices
every morning at six-o’clock
Who among you is named Clark?
"I am!" said the meadow lark
Who here bares the name of Pearl?
"I do!" said the eastern squirrel
Who's a mean old Visigoth?
"That's me!" said the lazy sloth
Who's the biggest silly nerd?
"Me!" said the bee-eater bird
Whose favorite candy is a Necco?
"Mine!" exclaimed the tokay gecko
Who forgot to wear a tie?
"I did!" said the dragonfly
Who wants to ride the teeter-totter?
"Me of course!" replied the otter
Who's been dating pretty Juana?
"I have! The marine iguana!"
Who has the most precious smile?
"I!" said the Nile Crocodile.
Who eats cookies by the batch?
"Me! The red-breasted nuthatch!"
Who wants this to end right now?
"Me I guess, an annoyed old cow."
The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.
Listen with the ears of your heart -
"Kok...Kok...Kok..." Ravens passing by...
"Twe-u...Twe-u...Twe-u..." Robins about to fly...
Earbirding language from mnemonic sounds -
"Squeer...Squeer..." poke the Woodpecker way...
"Kyew...Kyew...Kyew..." what the Osprey say...
Hope for the rise of the Phoenix -
"Kee-yer...Kee-yer..." the Hawk meets his match...
"Pippit...Pippit...Pippit..." from the lively Nuthatch...
Circumambulating birds circle in ancient ritual -
"Tu-whit...Tu-whoo..." the Owl will do...
"Cau...Cau...Cau..." Crows insist to you...
Your song may be a trilling coo -
"Chirry...Chirry...Chirry..." sings the Mourning Dove...
"Chiddik...Chiddik...Chiddik..." Sparrows sigh above...
There is a call for your new beginning -
"Wee-zee...Wee-zee...Wee-zee..." a Warbler whirs...
"Toot-sweet...Toot-sweet..." the Bobwhite stirs...
Look for Lark, Loon, Grackle 'n Gull
listen to Quail then Oriole.
Cries, begs, rasp and wheeze
songs 'n sounds that seem to please.
Bird words of the inner mind
meanings within hard to find.
The white-breasted nuthatch
upside down the ancient bole.
If it has no soul, neither do I.
Pencils criss-crossed on the desk,
sticks tangled on the ground.
Oblong lenticels, yellow stars.
We try to worship the divine
in our sexual partners. They **** and sweat diurnally
and fear their deaths. But the abstract
God has also died. He lied to say he was
eternal. Earth must burn, universe grow cold.
Old field species become ornamentals.
Mosquitoes prey on us, and black flies.
The body decays, and this is what you come
to love. And the ants that carry it away.
This morning, the profusion of species
contents me. The temperate zone is warm, late May.
The posture of that bird is good to emulate.
Looking at the backyard down through a window
Brought a smile on my lips watching the scene below
A squirrel was sniffing around some bushes
Another one was scurrying up and down on oak tree branches
A humming bird was drinking nectar from lantana flowers
A purple colored dragonfly was hovering around purple blossoms of crape myrtle
Pairs of house finches were chirping loudly in great excitement
A nuthatch and a titmouse also joined the melody with their own distinctiveness
A thought came to my mind of mindfulness
Isn’t it just taking time to observe the present moment with awareness?