Roosting Poems - Poems about Roosting

...Time changes with life and life changes with time. October grows too old, Hobbling backwards With the burden of years, On the sinuous alcove of time, Tenebrous and feathery, Her hidden lamps bl......

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... Junco in winter flies on grass tip, rides on field to pick fallen seeds, prefers in taking shelter roosting on conifer tree. ......

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...A little bird has flown the nest to seek a world of wonder and spreads her wings 'neath skies possessed by lightning bolts and thunder. She flee......

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... "birds care not for whom they sing"-- Silent One A bluejay comes ...roosting on the hilltop Its melody lilts for a bounty's heap And sprawl of September morn reels, nonstop While daylight......

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... Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled, I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness ......

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...When sleep deserted me I crawled out of my bed unseen To delve into the crevices of the dark With the curiosity of an explorer And the near comatose of a somnambulist I walked up and......

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...With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life, the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet Ready for a new season, Spring birds Shake off winter; embracing The bonniest warmness weather,......

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...I hear serenading songs of summer swallows and ruffling feathers of roosting starlings. I catch the sweet scent of heirloom roses that have not yet budded upon the bush. All these th......

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...Unrolling aroma around, blooms the marvel of peru; Yellow and dark peach are their hues and the red hearts inside never fail to amuse. Kopsias the pink beauties, Ixoras the col......

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...The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch, fluttered with a nervous jerk; warilysearching for sustenance, above the peregrine made a fateful entrance. The winter harsh and icy cold, driven f......

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...Within the oak tree, I have settled here Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves. My chirping song is heard roosting from top; Can you see me; beguiling is the day. Inherent nature's rhyme, a......

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... In Canada we love the red-breasted robin birds, that sing a repertoire of songs with no words. A cheery welcome in each new morns' hush, delight is watching them tug on fat worms ......

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..."A gift is different from something you buy, possessed of meaning outside its material boundaries. You never dishonor the gift." Robin Wall Kimmerer A social gift, a gift for compassionate verbal......

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...Please pardon mine assertion I dared to surmise familiarity with me, an avid reader and prolific writer (mainly to appease personal pleasure) thus upon embarking upon reaching out, your curios......

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...upon one or other posterior cheeks of ma bony derriere no lie, the sharp pain of the needle stoically I bore, while my thoughts adrift upon cerebral raft of mental weaknesses de nigh yule l......

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