Friday, March 18, 2016

Poetry Friday & Day 18 SOL 16: Bird Games

In the evening
the blackbirds gather
in gaggles
across tree tops:
whistling from white pine,
calling from maple,
trilling from tulip tree.

The blackbirds'
early spring songs
contrast the silence
of weeks ago,
when the trees waited
for their return.

During the day
they go unnoticed,
as the sun begins to set
they come out 
to play bird games,
soaring in pairs
against the cerulean sky.  

As evening wanes,
the crescendo continues
in chattered chorus,
birds dart 
from here to there,
flitting from tree to tree,
as if trying to keep 
treetop numbers equal.

As birds begin to blend
with night sky,
they sing their last refrain,
play their last games,
dance their last dance,
the coda closes the day
as the blackbird vanishes
into their nests
for the night.  

© Cathy L. Mere, 2016




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9 comments:

  1. You've made that experience come right to life! Thanks for sharing, Cathy, and for the great photo, too.

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  2. Oh, I loved this - that last verse especially...and the sense of the day closing.

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  3. Oh, I loved this - that last verse especially...and the sense of the day closing.

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  4. I love this verse: The blackbirds'
    early spring songs
    contrast the silence
    of weeks ago,
    when the trees waited
    for their return.

    It is why I run at dawn - nothing like hearing the world wake up.
    Clare

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  5. It is so evident this time of year when they vanish for the night, but I have loved hearing them wake up in the early morning. We have enjoyed noticing the return of the birds this spring. Thank you for sharing.

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  6. It makes me so happy that the birds have returned with their songs. It is such a happy time of year to notice the changes.

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  7. This is lovely, Cathy! Thank you for taking me there.

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  8. Isn't it awesome how they return every year!!! It never ceases to amaze me..

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  9. I love when the soundtrack returns to my early morning walks!

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