wings spread wide
a bird of color
and six sparrows
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Tag Archives: sparrows
Sparrows in a Treetop
Eighteen sparrows in a treetop
Eighteen sparrows cling to a limb.
Eighteen sparrows wait with patience
for the one who comes to feed them.
The farmer’s never too busy
to throw the birds some tasty seed.
He’s awake so bright and early,
gives to them all the food they need.
Do you know about the sparrows,
how that our Lord watches their flight?
Not one falls without Him knowing
in the day or in the dark night.
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
Dust Bathing Sparrows
the August dust/
covers the wings of sparrows–/
public sauna/
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
Banner Mountain Bluebirds
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
Doves Came Today
Doves joined redbirds today.
Today
the doves came to join
redbirds, sparrows and chickadees
at mealtime.
They gathered around the feeder
and shared sunflower seeds and
mullet.
The doves
had not been here since
they built their nest in the plum-tree
last April.
Such peaceful birds, the Mourning Doves
moved in and around the flock
with ease.
c Copyright, 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
Birds in Winter
Note: Cameo pattern of poetry. Seven lines with exact syllable count in free verse. 2-5-8-3-8-7-2
Redbirds Waiting
Redbirds Waiting
As snow falls
redbirds wait their turn
at feeder.
Other birds–
even sparrows take their time
pecking at the seeds.
c Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Note: This little poem is a shadorma. A pattern with 6 lines with strict syllabic count: 3-5-3-3-7-5. It’s unrhymed, and often seasonal, capturing a moment in nature.
Protected Species
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 