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
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Today, I wrote a poem . . .

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


DSC_0127 (6)That hour when the sun is still yawning.

Photo one: black and white

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Peace to all who view. Alone. No thoughts to camouflage. No interrupting sound.

Photo two: filtered

DSC_0127Solitude. 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?