I marvel at winter’s bird
dance on the snow for me absurd
weightless they walk in worst blizzard
I marvel at winter’s bird
light like a feather or whispered word
I marvel at winter’s bird
my snow dance more cold than absurd
The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel a path. “Less work for tomorrow.”
Stay warm and safe you who share something in common with “Winter’s Bird.”
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I cannot imagine being in that much snow…I’d be watching the birds from inside. 🙂
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Funny I’ve been in more in Tahoe with less fanfare
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a typical winter photograph,bare branches, snow and cold winds.
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Brrrrr it is cold to be sure
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
OUR THEME TONIGHT===SNOW, PUT IN VERSE! 😀
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Ha – a good place for snow tonight
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I am dealing with a big blizzard outside my window right now. I wish I was seeing what you see in your photo. At least I got to read this beautiful piece. That you for writing.
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Loved this…noticed the birds this am….we had a slight dusting of snow,and the birds went wild. Never saw so many robins!
Lady Nyo
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Thanks, Ms. Moonie, for peeking in on me. Yes, I still am writing. Not good maybe but I enjoy it. The two blogs still going.
Nice poem, it makes me cold just reading it. 🙂 I am glad that you are still writing.
I read your interview with Poets United, you have a good cause. Sherry has asked me if I’d interview also but we have just moved and I don’t have too many wits together at one time anymore.
I enjoy writing with the “Imaginary Garden with Real Toads” group. You might want to visit (again??) now and then. Everything is prompt writing except for Tuesdays which is open.
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Love this poem, Leslie. Birds may be small but they are tough creatures against the cold, always knowing how to keep warm 🙂
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To Be Human
is to fall in love over and over,
to never give up on any of them,
to cry for the inhumanity, and try to
overcome all that surrounds us by creating
a closeness with those in proximity, both
geographical and philosophical. It is to
carry those loves in our heart, flooding our
minds no matter how gone they are. And
to put others’ needs first, understand their
flaws, work on our own so we can be
better helpers. It is to take it all in and
follow our dreams no matter how preposterous;
to pull apart another brown paper bag and
to write it all out, no matter how choppy.
So take my hand and make it all better
before I repeat the painful parts until
I can no longer act. To struggle past
obstructions and obligations, self imposed and
expected; to wallow in joy, build strength and
change what we can for the better. To give.
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As I just commented elsewhere, like the snow for you, I can talk about the rains .. Never been in winter even.. And that remains a dream to be in the snow .. And everything associated with it
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__The snowbirds’ footprints. Snowcode_? Nifty, Moonie_! _m
crosshatched
hieroglyphics on the snow
birdfeeders
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ha indeed – I threw seed down today (no getting to the feeder) all I see are hundreds of crosshatches everywhere
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Nice poem and fabulous B&W image!
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I love the sound of this poem.
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Winter bird…Cardinal, Woodpecker, Wrens, Junko, –
I actually saw a red wing blackbird this week too:
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That U-tube link also has other bird song listed on the side… the Cardinal is there! 🙂
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