I don't think I've ever seen one in person, but your description does more than justice to the picture.
"Prancing around in the trees,
As you and your love builds a strong home
To soon host little ones and watch them grow
Into the mirror image of their glorious father.." - There's something very warm and inviting about it.
It's nice to see you're experimenting with happier subjects. :)
Rayne, this blissfully inspired poem defines springtime happiness in lovely pastel shades of charm,
the entire image is portrait glimpsed, and creates a passionate, lighthearted feeling, capturing the
design of nature, in all its radiance, one can hear the birds singing in your artfully scripted words,
the encircling form, inspired visionry, its easy to get lost in the wondrous, gentle imagery,
beautifully rendered, a precise reflection honoring the cardinal, its family and in all its red glory.
I have a special spot for Cardinals, they are so very beautiful. I love the way they chirp also. They remind me of "up north." Your poem is really sweet and you capture the Cardinals and springtime quite nicely! A very enjoyable poem. This is very tender.
Have never heard the song of a Cardinal before. Although have seen them numberous occassion around my place. Unlike the flashy Blue Jay, who's squawk is enough to wake up the dearly departed. Your imagery captures the true beauty of the Cardinal in his spendid red coat of feathers. Hoping that you are coming out of your dark depression. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.
I don't think I've ever seen one in person, but your description does more than justice to the picture.
"Prancing around in the trees,
As you and your love builds a strong home
To soon host little ones and watch them grow
Into the mirror image of their glorious father.." - There's something very warm and inviting about it.
It's nice to see you're experimenting with happier subjects. :)
My name is Rayne and I have been writing since high school. I took a long vacation from writing, and slowly starting to come back into it again. I admit that I am not the greatest writer, I'm just doi.. more..