Slice of Life: Flock Invasion 6 of 31
For the month of March, I'll be writing with the Slice of Life community. Disclaimer: I'll be writing every day so the writing will be a bit unpolished most days. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for bringing this community together and for inspiring me to try to find the stories that surround me each day.
As I write,
the morning silence
takes a turn,the sound of spring
fills the air,
Suddenly I note
the rambunctious chorus,
which continues to grow,
its notes off key,
its song persistent.
Looking out the sliding glass doors,
the cloudless morning sky,
recently bright blue,
a contrast to the black
of this flock invasion.
I continue to watch,
minute upon minute
as the blackbirds fly overhead,
some stopping in the trees,
some resting in the prairie.
Happily I note
another sign
the cold days of winter
will soon be behind us;
spring beckons.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2018
As I write,
the morning silence
takes a turn,the sound of spring
fills the air,
Suddenly I note
the rambunctious chorus,
which continues to grow,
its notes off key,
its song persistent.
Looking out the sliding glass doors,
the cloudless morning sky,
recently bright blue,
a contrast to the black
of this flock invasion.
I continue to watch,
minute upon minute
as the blackbirds fly overhead,
some stopping in the trees,
some resting in the prairie.
Happily I note
another sign
the cold days of winter
will soon be behind us;
spring beckons.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2018
Oh I wish -- we are supposed to get 18 inches tomorrow! Maybe if I read this as it snows it will feel like spring??!! I love your poetry - always amazes me. The first stanza is how I feel most morning as I click away on my computer as the rest of the house sleeps.
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Loooove your words! Your poem puts lovely visions into my head. I can't wait for Spring to come and stay for a while! :-) ~JudyK
ReplyDeleteInteresting chose of words - Suddenly I note the rambunctious chorus - just last week I wrote about the birds and the music they were making. I think our Voxers have us weaving thoughts in our writing back and forth without realizing it
ReplyDeleteInteresting chose of words - Suddenly I note the rambunctious chorus - just last week I wrote about the birds and the music they were making. I think our Voxers have us weaving thoughts in our writing back and forth without realizing it
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