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My Birds of The Weather...
Blue sky, a minute ago
Fleecy-white clouds
Gentle breezes lifting the hawk
Gliding silently out of sight
Sparrows flicking across a grey vista
Brown little bodies, adjusting constantly
Wagging stubby tails and blurred wings
Making secure nests against the Autumn chill
Birds on the wires, huddled close
Flakes of snow tucking heads under wings
Starlings like darts in the crosswinds
Speeding bullets to warm barns and spilled grain
Grey ghosts of the night
Chilled and set owls
Plunge into waves of white
Silent death for life
Zephyr breeze stirs the heart
Liquid warmth melts my soul
Flowered yards sensational
Color wakes my eyes
Yellow sunshine tracked by daises
Green shoots slither
Grasping clefts in stone
Ivy tendrils cover the winter scars
Fire on the street... shoe time
Pant less youngsters in the pond
Swing from the vines
Lying on your back
Staring at the clouds
Comments
Ray Whitaker
Sun, 2021-11-14 18:14
Very Nice poem!
You do your descriptions and imagery so well!
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Geezer
Wed, 2021-11-10 08:27
Thank you...
I once described my work as imagery to my English professor, [which she pooh-poohed], but gave me a 95 for. Whatever... A traditionalist for sure! Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Geez.
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Geezer
Wed, 2021-11-10 08:29
Thank you for...
stopping by and commenting! ~ Geez.
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Owl Has My Soul
Thu, 2021-11-11 07:03
This is just beautiful.
Wow Geez, you really took me for a ride :-) I could feel the grass as I laid on my back looking at the clouds and birds in the sky.
Owl Has My Soul
Thu, 2021-11-11 07:05
A favourite line:
Green shoots slither
Grasping clefts in stone
Weeds with fabulous PR
Geezer
Thu, 2021-11-11 08:43
Thank you...
While writing this piece, I was looking out my window at my neighbor's house and remembering the ivy climbing up the side of his stone steps this Spring. It is now November, and the leaves and shoots are turning brown, revealing the hooks of the ivy that find the littlest cracks and chips. I am so glad that I could give you that moment of pleasure; lying on your back and feeling the grass. Thank you for stopping by to tell me how you felt. [I also tried to tie the feeling of lying on your back and looking at the sky with the first part, which was about the birds that you might see in each season. ~ Geez.
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