bright cacophany
of bird song cascading down
from high --singing trees!
yellow bounding streaks, dart from
birch to box elders,
goldfinches bring a new spring
‘chick-a-dee-dee-dee’
through my kitchen window, in
bare white birch branches,
“yoo-hoo!....yooo-hooo*!” Eyes
open to plum blossoms, in
crooked old tree
*(Do you know this spring song of the chickadee?)
6 comments:
Lovely bucolic piece.
Had to look twice since my mind tends to read "goldfish" for "goldfinches".
I am a lover of trees as well. I had to recently move elsewhere that brought me back my fond memories of the trees I so loved as a child. Nothing like the trees of nature to nest your home in and around :)
Thanks for the memories in your words. Have a great week and fond memories!
Oh, just lovely! I really enjoyed reading your reflections on your two beautiful trees!
I know those trees... the clump birch my favorite. Beautiful, Marti. Eyes open to plum blossoms is wonderful BTW, you've been tagged on quietpaths for fun!
Just beautiful! I am a tree lover, too! Welcome, your poems are lovely.
Quite lovely, your song to the trees. Thank you for sharing it.
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