As snow falls
redbirds wait their turn
even sparrows take their time
pecking at the seeds.
c Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Note: This little poem is a shadorma. A pattern with 6 lines with strict syllabic count: 3-5-3-3-7-5. It’s unrhymed, and often seasonal, capturing a moment in nature.
Another perfectly matched (and perfectly lovely) poem and picture combo! I am not seeing any cardinals here this winter, but it was fun to experience yours!
Hey, Inger. It’s strange how some birds seem to disappear. We have more cardinals, and fewer blue jays this year.
I appreciate your response, Alice.
I do enjoy your poems–they are skillfully crafted.
The birds don’t seem to mind. They fluff their feathers and eat the birdseed. And with the new snow, I thought they were a good subject for my shadorma poem today. Thanks for commenting.
Those poor birds out there in that cold snow