winter bares food, too
and the birds know where to seek
so life continues
Found these berries on a recent walk. Summer, of course, bursts with live giving foods for all. Winter, it seems, is more stealthy. But food is present!
Winter Berries
Tag: birds
Thursday Morning Haiku
early morning
small birds converse
time for tea
Haiku: June 9, 2020
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
#NaPoWriMo2020 for Thursday, April 16:
sunlight through this glass
floating across the pages
a crow laughing
Serenading Dawn
a bird sings solo
dawn’s hints in the eastern sky
serenading dawn
This Friday morning: a haiku
And now dawn has come
Sleep kept this hidden from me
Until the birds called
An Early Morning Haiku
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.
This Spring Morning
This early morning
Birdsong dances in the air
Dawn climbing the trees
Birds Singing at Dawn
The day’s beginning
With amazing potential
Bird’s singing at dawn
Early morning with birds singing boldly. I’m not quite ready to leave the comfort of bed and blankets. The sky slowly lightens, second by second.
Birds Awakened
This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?