February snow
snowflakes tumbling
thick and generous
falling fast through
creamy morning air
in the snow underfoot
crisscrossing bird track,
rabbit track,
squirrel track,
rapidly being covered again
and in the middle of this,
high in the branches of the sycamore,
snow falling all around —
birds —
singing!
thick and generous
falling fast through
creamy morning air
in the snow underfoot
crisscrossing bird track,
rabbit track,
squirrel track,
rapidly being covered again
and in the middle of this,
high in the branches of the sycamore,
snow falling all around —
birds —
singing!
posted by MB at 9:23 AM
17 Comments:
I love the creamy morning air, and of course, the birds singing. I am singing too along with your beautiful poetry.
from another feathers' friend...birdsong is magical!
Birdsong in the falling snow...it's the only sound that would sweetly accompany the otherwise silence.
this one sent my heart aloft! birds singing in the snow! spring must not be far behind. :)
Je ne comprends pas assez bien l'anglais pour saisir toutes les nuances de cette poésie , mais ce que j'ai compris correspond bien à ce que je ressens devant un paysage de neige , devant les oiseaux dans la neige .
Jean a beacoup de raison, je pense.
Azulejo: As I read your song of the fallen anf frozen light I gaze out my window as 8inches of forecasted sparkled notes gather for the symphony you have penciled into our computers. Thank you!
Now...I walk to the snow blower! And I walk, and I walk, and I ..............see no birds....cept' those you have planted... en mi cabeza! Gracias!
So now I will be able to fly, and fly along the sparkles of lighjt and air!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I needed that! Yikes!
As I pass the TV on the way out to get the snowblower the forecasted snow is increased to 12 inches! Encore! Encore, Por Favor, Maestro!
Deprisa! Deprisa! Por Favor azulejo!
You capture the wonderful element of surprise very well, MB. :-)
"Creamy morning air" did me in... I caved (swooned, I've been known to swoon over phrasing alone), and was laid completely open to the charm of your metaphors, the bright sound of your vision. When you melt someone like that, they open to the essence of what you are blessing them with... snow and birdsong, which never sounded so beautiful.
Wow Brenda! Wish I said that! Azulejo, what powers you have!
Frankie, I love hearing that you are singing along.
Sky, yes it is magical, especially when you aren't expecting it.
RD, I couldn't have said it better.
Jean, cette poeme est assez simple. Je crois qu'il n'ya pas beacoup de nuances a percevoir! C'est simplement la surprise d'ecouter les oiseaux dans la neige.
Richard, merci bien.
Dan Lhombre (hmm...), estoy feliz si yo le ayuderia voler! Le guarda calido, mi amigo.
Mary, thanks. That's what I hoped to do - recreate the my own astonishment at the miraculous moment.
Brenda, thank you, your reaction made me feel blessed.
Lhombre, otra vez, me hace mucho honor, gracias.
A belated Happy Valentines Day to you!
Did you write that glorious poem? I'd like to print it out tomorrow and keep it over my board at work. You ARE a poet!
Alexandra g, I write all the poems that appear here, unless otherwise attributed. It is an honor when someone feels moved by my work. You may print out the poem for your personal use. I only ask that you include appropriate credit. Happy Valentine's Day to you, too! Thanks for stopping by.
I feel the spring in the air it's strange how birds almost turn it into an act of worship they do the same with thunder storms
Sue, oh! That's a lovely thought.
YAY! I love Spring!
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