When it’s autumn in the Ozarks
and the leaves are changing tint
soon we’ll see the snowbirds flying
and we’ll wonder where autumn went.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
When it’s autumn in the Ozarks
and the leaves are changing tint
soon we’ll see the snowbirds flying
and we’ll wonder where autumn went.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
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