Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne
My walk in the Forest
When wild, soft pink azaleas grow
where bluebirds sing
beside the spring
that starts a sparkling stream to flow
through ancient hills
past watermills
to fill the creek bed to its brink,
I tiptoe through
the north bayou
by water hole where hoot owls drink.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
the summer bluebird
returns December first–
empty water bowl
Mr. Bluebird
gathers one worm at a time–
his family’s meal
Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird
are back again today.
They love Banner Mountain
and here is where they’ll stay.
Sparrows took their bird house
and the bluebirds took to trees.
Their nest is well-hidden
in the thick, green leaves.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Mrs. and Mr. Bluebird of Banner Mountain
out on a limb just singin’ about cool days in June
Birds in Winter
Snowbirds
scratch for tidbits
before the storm’s fury;
cold winds leave birds restless but not
hungry.
Robins
peck at red worms
wriggling in mushy mud
after the downpour of spring rain
has stopped.
Bluebirds
feed mouthy babes
in early summertime
broken wings of flying insects,
and worms.
Sparrows
on rafters build
nests in hay-filled barn loft
where Someone keeps close watch in case
one falls.
c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
This poem is a Cinquain Sequence
Freeda Baker Nichols 