Written: December 02, 2024
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At dawn cradle,
Dew blankets the earth,
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms,
a chorus of cheerful waxwings
sings beneath the blush of lavender skies.
Willows sway, swirls of grace,
twilight traces with ruby tones.
The iris dances,
emerging from lush shadows,
each petal a whisper of dreams.
Aureolin moments linger,
gold glistening in the mist,
as rustles paint the air,
the viol of night lilts softly,
celestial orbs clad cosmic clashes.
We walk through opal pathways,
where the heart shares its stories,
and neon memories cling,
as lilacs in a gentle breeze—
O, the beauty in being lost.
Categories:
waxwings, analogy, fate, nature,
Form: Free verse
The day after my Aunt Ro died
a doe approached within a few feet
as if confused about where she was
and what she should be doing.
I could neither comfort nor advise her.
I let her be not considering until later maybe
I had witnessed the transmigration of a soul.
But in the end I applied Ockham’s razor—
you rarely see what you believe.
A mile further along my morning stroll
I was greeted cheerfully by a flock
of cedar waxwings I always consider it a blessing
to encounter. Such social, amiable beings
I hope Aunt Ro will join, so sure are they of who they are—
Categories:
waxwings, bird, birth, blessing, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry
Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on seed
His feathers glimmer as wet snowflakes bead
Snow sparkles like tiny diamond crystals
Blanketing the ground and nearby thistles
Squirrels scurry about chattering away
While busily stealing from feeders all day
Cedar waxwings feast on frozen berries
While their whistling chirping carries
Crows cackle and circle around
Heed warnings as snow surrounds
Nature carries on despite the bitter cold and snow
As Winter’s show magically glimmers and glows
Categories:
waxwings, appreciation, beautiful, imagery, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I wake up to this early Autumn sky
Watch as the waxwings and sparrows fly
So small but so much effort a purpose and meaning to live
The autumn sky's above me now and the leaves are on the ground
A smell that's fresh is in the air and winters coming round
These things before us a something a beauty to behold
But you my precious Angel
The one whom breaks the mould.
Categories:
waxwings, autumn, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Many tiny purple-green iridescent hummingbirds go fluttering by
As cardinals, and finches are out foraging as their little hatch-lings cry
Robins proudly landing on tree branches, dancing and putting on a show
Black Crows are cackling, circling, and planning for all little birds to know
Doves are seen flying in pairs, landing and cooing under purple lilac trees
As busy black-capped chickadees are singing their chorus of chick-a-dee-dee-dee
A Downy woodpecker pecking for bugs, stops and lands to feed on a suet cake
While Cedar waxwings flock to a cherry tree, eating berries and taking a break
1/19/19
Categories:
waxwings, bird, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The wood is stacked for winter.
One way out of the mind's limitations
is through other minds' contemplations.
The books are stacked for winter.
Yet even that cannot satisfy.
Failing to hold still for meditation
my teacher smiles, makes this observation:
The purpose of sitting's not to be satisfied
or satiated. Remain hungry,
cold, uncomfortable and counting enemies.
These, and fear, are our commonalities,
and the discipline of not hitting whenever angry.
You'll appreciate dying
quietly at home. Whichever season has been randomly selected will be beautiful
as ever
as a molecule of water is to all matter.
"In my life there were always too many things."
If there is no time, only change
the linear becomes circular.
Do not say north or south. You're
within the winter range
of chickadee, hawk, owl and heron.
River grapes, rose hips, the cedar waxwings'
repast. Their talk is my reminding
change outlasts endurance.
Categories:
waxwings, anger, change, fear, nature,
Form: Free verse
drunken waxwings spill
yellow belly stained crimson
with wild cherry wine
Categories:
waxwings, animals, nature, seasons
Form: Haiku
Cottonwood sky
Men hunger to fly
We beat our waxwings
Against this innocent wind
Then, we ascend
To the boundaries
Of heaven
What beacon of light
Burst, as a flame,
From the warm hands of Prometheus
This morsel of bread
Shall feed hungry men
We fly, again
To the boundaries of heaven
Categories:
waxwings, imagination
Form: Free verse