Summer's Fading Songs

courtesy of wikipedia

The heat of summer still flushes my cheeks on my daily walk but, there is a subtle change in scenery. The trees now are a paler shade of green and some have yellow and orange tints.  Red-Winged blackbirds no longer perform their musical trill.  Robins seem scarce as their song becomes a distant memory of longer days.  Geese come and go as they gather for their next journey.  I listen for the soft whispers of summer's magic but, I feel them fading with the evening breeze. Fall is approaching on tippy-toes as to not disturb the remaining days of the warm season of lazy day-dreaming hammock afternoons. 

In my heart,  I know the harvest season is approaching.

summer's magic dusk
green heron small and stocky
chestnuts fall softly

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The Way of Birds

courtesy unsplashed Karl Anderson

 I am amazed at the beauty of birds
mystical in their ability to fly
colorful feathers and wings that curve
I am amazed at the beauty of birds
captivating songs sung with no words
glorious heights in a turquoise sky
I am amazed at the beauty of birds
mystical in their ability to fly

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The Language of Birds

Courtesy of The Sunday Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me
composing ballads, stringing words
I will sing the language of birds
searching in the garden for verbs
perching high in a flowering tree
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me

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Author's note:  Thank you for all your support
through the years.  You have enriched my
journey in life.  

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Shadow Prey

The Sunday Muse

 

Darkness sweeps across the sky

shadows of you and I  creep past

in this lonely room of heartbreak

sharp talons wait, a  bird of prey

 

in the corner shapes take form

hints of imagination begin to stir

in this altered reality,  breathing

shallow caws, a blackbird's song

 

wandering the internal labyrinth

in the distance a black moon rises

drifting into a  conscious slumber

surrealism appears beyond the veil

 

there under a massive bonsai tree

an oracle of insight with long graying hair

wisdom interwoven in his braided beard

ushering me to sit across from him

 

pouring a warm cup of ancient tea

bowing my head , sipping its flavor

his eyes green emeralds of the sea

touching my heart of indigo blue

 

a soft flutter of mending wings

cupped within my  hands of hope

light filters through the dark void

opening my palms, taking flight

freeing the captive within 

 

Author's note:  I have had a rough week and part of this poem
is from a dream encounter.  Wishing you peace & health
Thank you for your visit.

 

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Solemn Gray

courtesy of wikipedia

Early morning sky is a solemn gray

spring is aching to come into full bloom
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

children no longer go outside to play
when will a sense of normalcy resume
early morning sky is a solemn gray

blue jays sing hymns of enchanted tales
flowers will soon fill the air with perfume
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

Oh sweet sunlight break this moody day
with nature let our hearts beat in tune

early morning sky is a solemn gray

walls these days are hard to scale
in your heart give love some room

red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

from lips of hope, people begin to pray

who can break us from our own tomb
early morning sky is a solemn gray
red robins sit on the peeling porch rail

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author's note:  Today, I woke up to

the songs of two robins on my 

porch rail.  Their songs are hymns

of hope in trying times.

love, hope and health....

Oracle of Wisdom Hoots

pic credit - my own

High upon a mountaintop

nestled in fragrant pines

hidden mystical owl's nest

beyond the veil of full moon

an oracle of wisdom hoots

bring me your hopes & dreams

open your heart, feel the magic

discover the mystery of night

walk  upon  green mossy trails

inside an old gemstone mine

spirited dragon bird slumbers

unfurl your  mighty wings, arise

perched high the owl chortles

awakening the sleeping beast

drums echo through the cavern

into the fire release your wishes

forest nymph dances with delight

captivated by the dragon's song

unleashing primordial power

guardian of the celestial world

healing crevices of the heart

spring's breath, hatching love

from the yolk of lofty dreams

soaring on wide wings...

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writing bird poems

author's note: This is part

of a mystical adventure

a dream perhaps...

Hearts Jumping on Garden Trampoline

lady with the birds

under hot pink & red flowering trees

in a meadow of fresh spearmint green

bright yellow sun, gentle spring breeze

hearts jumping on garden trampolines

little bird reciting, poetry lyrical song

beautiful peacock, hues of green & blue

new life in bloom, nature plays along

listening with love to her spiritual muse

dancing with splendor, birds flying high

peacock waits to fan his brilliant feathers

capturing all the shades in an endless sky

free spirited a wild bird cannot be tethered

spring offers an array of special pleasure

filled with vibrant colors, priceless treasure

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Writing poetry inspired by artwork of Sunita Khedekar

Hawk Eye View

Oh, how I wish I could fly

on the open wings of a hawk

so,  wild and free..

soaring

 soaring

performing acrobatics in a blue sky

flurry of feathers dancing in the air 
weightless, freedom in flight

swooping

 swooping

rising to a higher level of perspective

energy awakening in the sunlight

visions of life, spiritual elevation

circling

 circling

a distant cry, awareness

aura of power, panoramic view

gliding in graceful balance 

flying

 flying

Posted for Poets United I saw a hawk today and I marveled at the sight..