The Northern Wind

With the North wind
comes the milling of the birds.
They dance and swirl
fanning across sky and lea.
The winds of winter
fuels the fray,
of this feathered flight.
As the noon day sun shines
on a canvas bright.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem reminds me of my days in Lockport....with that lake wind from Chicago....The birds seemed so cold and lonely...and even the sunshine was so cold.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

The entire poem is a canvas of the most beautiful colours, Cherrie! Loved the whole but am taking these words with me.. wonderfully discriptive, metaphorical and all other much admiring and admired words..

'The winds of winter
fuels the fray,
of this feathered flight.
As the noon day sun shines
on a canvas bright.'

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful imagery you gifted your readers with Cherrie. Wonderful poetic expression. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all those you love.

comes the milling of the birds - how I love that line.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

seeing and watching the birds flock, saying good bye and admiring the tenacity of those who while ride out the winter always moves me .. i do not know the meaning of the word "lea" in your poem tho .. would you enlighten me? here in the Ozark mountains birds are not noticed much because of the thick, full forests .. this time of year i can see hundreds of them flitting about the barren trees .. it's thrilling .. Fall is here :)
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

a Lea is a meadow... Happy Thanksgiving my good friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

ah! i knew i had heard/read it before .. couldn't get "lee" out of my head which didn't make sense .. i get the same way doing crossword puzzles .. wrong word stuck syndrome ;) Happy Thanks giving to you too Cherrie!
E.