On the gentle wind you came
finding me gazing the skies
searching for your presence,
for your sweet return.
I felt the chill of change
carrying me through years of memories,
the days growing shorter
air feeling painful to hands that write
and I knew I needed you,
needed to hear your sweet song once more,
to see the eyes that go on forever
smiling in joy.
The feeder sits empty,
trees no longer give shade as they stand
naked sentries to the corners,
they too wait for your landing,
for your soft weightless form
to give the meaning to a view
desolate and sad.
The weather here changes it seems daily, and I have a fondness for the chickadees. I love their little faces and their merry chirps….perhaps time soon for seed. Holding off to make sure the racoons are tucked away for the winter nap and as the ice and snow begins, it will be time to hear the song in this place we call home.
Sweet song and a cute birdie. ❤
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Thank you Mary, I love em all…..just not attacking each other😊 blue jays can be harsh…..
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Beautiful poem. I do so love the little chickadees.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Thanks Michael…..I love the little dainty winter birds…..although they’re here all year, come snow time they stand out much more😊
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Thank you Vera, stay warm…were expecting a touch of snow today….it can hold off forever….wishful thinking😊❄️
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Thanks so much….supposed to get a little snow today….they are fun little birds😊
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Thanks so much to you both…I love the little singing birdies😊
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They are the cutest little birds, I love the winter birds….just not the winter…..😊
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They are just the cutest things….always makes me smile😊 not sure if I will see any in Florida though…sigh.
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Gorgeous
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Very nice.Very nice.
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Lovely poem, thanks for sharing 🙂
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Elouise, I was going to say something along these lines but you stated in just right!
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What a sweet little chickadee! And the poem is lovely in a sad and beautiful way.
Elouise
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I don’t see chickadees here as often as I did in WNY, but I did have one dee-dee-dee to me as it sat on the fence, watching me pile the compost area high with leaves.
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