The birds flock
to the bird feeder,
some with black,
capped heads
and others with
blue hues
in their feathers.
 
A golden finch
is a feast
for the eyes,
leading the spirit
to dance,
as it flies,
back to open sky.
 
The day is ending
and night is falling,
hummingbirds rise
from the feeder,
the hum of wings,
promise,
a gift of wonder
until the new dawn.

I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!

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Robert L. Martin
almost 4 years

A congregation of our fine feathered friends.

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
almost 4 years

Thanks Robert.

Imrogue
almost 4 years

I suspect the black capped heads were chickadees? nice poem!

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
almost 4 years

Yes! You are right about the chickadees. Thanks for the
compliment.

Francis
about 4 years

"If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes." ~Charles Lindbergh

Next to trees, birds are my favorite of God's creations. Nice tribute to our feathered friends.

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
about 4 years

Thanks Francis for your kind comment.

Charlotte B. Williams
about 4 years

Another beautiful poem Barb. Love it !!!

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
about 4 years

Thanks Charlotte, thanks for reading and your encouragement.

Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
about 4 years

I share those feelings with you Barb, I love our feathered friends and would not live in a world without them. What a beautiful poem, thank you so much for sharing.

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
about 4 years

Thanks Ingeborg for reading and for the lovely comment.

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