Birds of many colors
spread your wings to fly
upward to the treetops
on up into the sky.
Birds with sweetest voices
sing now across the way
begin a happy melody
in every heart today.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Birds of many colors
spread your wings to fly
upward to the treetops
on up into the sky.
Birds with sweetest voices
sing now across the way
begin a happy melody
in every heart today.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Nothing great, just something fun–this poem I wrote today. It takes a while for new creations to “jell” and so I’m not quite ready to share this new one. I also photographed a bird today. A dove. A pair of doves fly into my yard each evening and feed before the redbirds get here. The doves are quiet, peaceful and polite. They are watchful, too. It’s a challenge to take a good photo of them. But still I try, sometimes waiting a long time before they strike a pose that causes me to shoot–the camera.
Do you like the doves? This one looks like a good subject for a poem, or a story. Do you think so, too? If you wrote a verse about this dove, what emotion would your words convey? Sadness, happiness, loneliness, or something else? Please leave a note in a comment below. Thanks. –Freeda Baker Nichols
That hour when the sun is still yawning.
Photo one: black and white
Peace to all who view. Alone. No thoughts to camouflage. No interrupting sound.
Photo two: filtered
Solitude. Think. Smile. Feel happy. Get a toehold. Refresh. Watch the sunrise. Just be.
Photo three: original
Photo101: Solitude Day Five
Which frame do you like best?
a dove lights on ground
finds feed among grass and leaves
day before New Year
© Freeda Baker Nichols