Today at d’Verse, Merril asked us to think about this pass year and write a poem about connections. All through this Covid-19 time the birds have stayed connected, while we all have stayed apart. We really miss our connections.
Birds fly into my window from time to time crashing into a sky of glass and an image of illusion.Stunned they fall to the ground or circle back to the trees, only to do it over again on another sunny day. Being territorial they are trying to attack the illusion of another bird intruding into their territory, and only hurt themselves in the process.
Seems we are seeing this play out today in DC, as our Lame-Duck President continually tries to incite followers to attack the illusion of an intruder stealing his space. Over and over he keeps hitting the glass sky and is now looking like that stunned bird that hit my window.
It was such a beautiful evening, after a very chilly day. I stood on the rise in my back yard looking across into the woods and thought how inspiring the woods becomes at dusk. As the light played on the trees, changes occured right before my eyes. The following poem shares some of my thoughts and feelings.
Dusk… blushes every tall tree with the sun’s glow
Cold December air gently caresses my face
as I stand staring into the darkening woods
Birds twitter… huddling together in the cedars
Rabbits burrow down under the blackberry bushes
on a cozy bed of brown leaves
the sky dims
Golden shades turn to gray… then black
Dusk in the woods can be a spiritual experience
As all of God’s creation rests in quiet slumber
I took this photo with my iPhone this evening, after taking a walk on the gas line right-of-way behind our house.
Today at d’Verse Laura introduced us to a form of poetry called Pleiades. We must pick a ONE-WORD TITLE then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.
When it is 100 F in the sun, there is nothing like jumping into the pool to cool off. My cute little sparrows frolicked in this plateful of water I put on my deck rail for them. The had so much fun splashing over and over again. It was a delight to watch!
Poetry in motion
Sparrows’ pool party gets wild
Temps soar to 100 F
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*Chillin’is an expression I heard used in Eastern North Carolina which simply means hanging around with nothing to do! I saw a sign on a fence post outside an old country store that read “NO CHILLIN’ ON THIS CORNER” . This little bird sleeping in my feeder today reminded me of that sign.