Connections

All creatures great and small need connections

Birds seek each other’s company

finding joy and strength together

People too need connections to thrive

This past year has been a challenge

struggling to find new ways to connect

that won’t make us sick or kill us

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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.

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Stunned Bird

The grease imprint of a dove that hit my window…

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.

Protesters gather

Attacking an illusion

Stunned bird thinks he won

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This is a stunned finch that hit my window. You can see the twisted claw. He eventually was able to fly away.

Dusk

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

Nothing stirs

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

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I took this photo with my iPhone this evening, after taking a walk on the gas line right-of-way behind our house.

Amazing

All the world around me glows

Atop trees red leaves whisper

As birds sing sweet lullabies

Arias unique to each

Ants build hills under my feet

Albatross soars high above

Azure blue skies call me home

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.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Ice Dancing

Frozen solid

Claws dance on ice

Our first frost

Mottled reflection

Nature’s hammered glass shines

Sparrow’s throat is dry

Teapot’s hot water

Melted ice clear reflection

Gross Beak finds warm drink

Photos: Dwight

Pool Party

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

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Just Chillin’

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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.

Chillin’ in the cage

Surrounded by all that food

Just like you and me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

Frequent Flyer

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You come to drink sweet and fermentation

from my magical striped balloon of glass

I watch you zipping through tint refraction

Curiously watching me with each new pass

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Your tiny micro chip of a frame stops

And through the straw you draw sweet nourishment

Deeply imbibing then back to tree tops

Pausing on a branch // moment of contentment

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Perched among the willows // you disappear

Blending in to the foliage like a leaf

In an instant you suddenly appear

Looking for me // like I was the big chief

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As I make my sandwich and spread my bread

You land and draw in sweet nectar instead

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a poem about flying. Since I have been watching my hummingbird coming back and forth to my feeder, I attempted to write a sonnet about the hummingbird.

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