My Walk in the Forest

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne

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

Protected Species

Birds in Winter

Birds in Winter

scratch for tidbits
before the storm’s fury;
cold winds leave birds restless but not

peck at red worms
wriggling in mushy mud
after the downpour of spring rain
has stopped.

feed mouthy babes
in early summertime
broken wings of flying insects,
and worms.

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