Rosebud resting on lost moments

Loving to be near the Earth where shadows dance...

In the early morning dew when daylight peeks around a rosebud 

  

and birds begin to chirp and fluff their feather pillows... 

I curl up in my window seat and watch the willows 

as they sway and yawn upon the prospect of a new day... 

My friend the Palm Warbler appears upon a branch 

wearing a Chestnut Cap on the very top of its head... 

bopping its tail up and down like a trapeze artist 

prepared to fly through the air with an attitude... 

The buzzing bees are on a mission of sweet revenge 

while the Queen Bee is fulfilling a honeycomb order... 

The squirrels are gathering acorns for winter as 

leaves are turning their colors persimmon and gold... 

We kneel to welcome the season of autumn atonement  

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You dear Pat are a true lover of the natural environment. You live in perfect alignment with our animal and bird friends, appreciating them for all the joy they give. You had me beside you in your window seat, admiring and taking in the wonderful view of the changing season. Your poetry is like a gentle embrace.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Christine... your review is like a "locket" to wear
and cherish like a gentle embrace. Thanks for stopping by. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Pat.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Pat.

[Pryde Foltz]

The garden is like a sublime and living metropolis with the coming and going of the littlest ones. Gorgeous penning lives here:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... yes, we live in a bird sanctuary.
Recently I saw a Chickadee black and white, along with the usual Cardinals... the male bright Red and the females light brown with blushes of pinkish red.
One day I saw an Owl sitting on the railing with all the smaller birds. I always have a large bowl of water for the birds and it is a Joy to watch them drink water and flit around on the railing of the old deck outside our kitchen window. It can be a
metropolis. I appreciate your review. Fondly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Who else but a poet will watch/see a willow and the gentle warbler?
For all of those to busy to see nature's beauty they have you to enlighten their day with beauty.
Very enjoyable visit as always a true delight.

[Patricia Wedel]

Cherrie dear... to me birds with their wings are as precious as gems in so many colors and variations.
The tiny wrens are so brave, whereas the Cardinals are on Red Alert and fly like rocket straight to an unknown location, but they always remember where the oiled sunflowers are placed just for them. Birds must have a fascinating brain to be so protecting to their young... as though they have a mission to fulfill... to keep our world colorful with music that lives on through each generation. Thanks, Cherry for being a soulmate when it comes to nature. truly, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

fall is my favorite season hands down I could never live in a place that didn't have fall the electric feeling of the seasons changing and nature rushing with the colors for the cozy snuggles of winters retreat i always enjoy your vision in nature Patricia

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Robert... I agree.... the colors of Fall is exciting and cool in so many ways... gathering tiny acorns like they were baby nuggets of magic... to glue on colored art paper in designs that only an artist of discerning taste would stop to ponder... Bright yellow leaves floating from Maple trees in a breeze of artistic wonderment... preparing to cover the ground like a feather blanket of memories. Thanks for your poetic review. as ever, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

The colors of Autumn are exciting and inviting as a hayride in a wagon drawn by black and silver stallions...

[Lydia Shutter]

The personification in this one is wonderful! Your love of nature shines and sparkles through every line. Truly your happiness at watching nature is contagious. Such a lovely write....great way to start my morning. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

Lydi dear... "morning has broken... like the first morning". The baby birds are singing their first "hymn".. The moon is yawning and all is well.
as ever, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

These moments are so pure and perfect. I love to walk each morning at sunrise to try and find this kind of glory resting all around the gardens and the forest paths. What a beautiful treasure.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Owl... So charming that you read my poem... there is Glory in each bud and blossom. The birds delight me, as I have a closeup view when I look out my kitchen window where I always leaved oiled sunflower seeds and other seed also on the Ledge around the Deck this rather old... and now reserved for Bird watching. It is a treat to see a view varieties up or more up close. They are very alert and their instincts are "to be aware of danger"...
especially the beautiful bright Red Male Cardinals.
Nice to know that you walk each morning around the gardens and forest path. As ever, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The Palm Warbler has such a pretty little song, its colors of autumnal yellow and brown. I love this time of year. As I put fresh water in the bird baths and fed the birds this morning, I noticed the leaves on the ground. It won't be long now. Yesterday, it was blistering hot and 97 degrees Today, it was 73, overcast and cloudy, with a soft, misty rain falling throughout the day. The soft steps of autumn are walking through the door. This is a lovely!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Linda Marie... I agree the signs of autumn are beginning to appear... and our hearts become melancholy with whispered sounds of memories as
flowers fade and blow with the wind... around another bend. Thanks for stopping by for tea and crumpets. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of description dear Pat. Fall is showing in Michigan too. Halloween is coming and the days of Winter is near. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry for Fall.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... so Michigan also has a "Nip in the Air".
After a hot summer, it is so refreshing to enjoy the
cooler days of Autumn. Thank you for stopping by.
Fondly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome Pat.

[Einstein Noodle]

killer closing Pat! that will resurrect itself more than once as i set about enjoying Fall ..an atonement indeed ..hopefully accepted .. and Spring will explode once more ;) your poetry always puts me in that moment .. in the window seat ... and i meet the critters you describe and introduce ... especially like your willows pondering the new day prospects .. and your warblers chestnut cap ... good stuff says i!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... your review is refreshing as an autumn day with a gentle breeze. My Birds and Blooms magazine
has a photo of a Palm Warbler that is wearing a
Chestnut Cap, as is seen in the photo with my poem.
When I was in grade school, my Mother (a seamstress) made me a "bittersweet" corduroy Jacket with a twirl cut on the bias... and a matching Hat... much like the Palm Warbler wears... sweet memories in nature's attire. Nice to share your company in the window seat. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

the pleasure is all mine my friend! a corduroy jacket eh!? bittersweet, i take it, because little Pat didn't like it? i made my oldest daughter wear her pink snow suit to school on very cold South Dakota Winter's day .. like -15 without the wind .. she was in 6th grade i think .. and very "looks" conscious and "friends opinion" conscious ... we lived in a small town and about 6 blocks from the school .. every day she picked up a good friend and her cousin within two blocks .. i watched her angry little self marching down the road until she reached her cousins .. i found out 20+ yrs later that she promptly took that suit off at her cousins ...i suppose that wasn't the first nor last victory she can claim over me ;)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... we also walked to school with friends along the way... about a mile or so. I did love my corduroy jacket and the color was like autumn leaves. Now it would not be safe to walk that far, even with friends or cousins. as ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

how very true ... when i was about 12 or 13 my mother knitted me a pale yellow mohair sweater .. that i loved because she made it and because mohair was a "thing" at that time .. but i hated it because it was a very un-manly color in my mind ;)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... my hubby will never wear yellow or pink.
But thank goodness he wears tropical shirts to some degree. Sometimes we forget that clothes are made to shelter us from the elements and stay legal and free as the wind. as ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) did i say i love you? ...

[Patricia Wedel]

yes.... in the bend of the wind on a stormy day within a sun's ray of a silver light in a dark grey rain cloud...

[Einstein Noodle]

(((((((((((((((((((((Pat))))))))))))))))))))))

[emmajoy]

' I curl up in my window seat and watch the willows - as they sway and yawn upon the prospect of a new day... ' such beautiful and visual phrases, Pat. You see your world in such clear and kind colours, never too vivid, never insipid.. your surroundings obviously give you amazing pleasure. Thank you for sharing your time and visions. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... your review is gentle with a quaintness that encircles your love of earth and the beauty of nature. Always and joy to read your feelings. truly, Pat

[Lorry]

Is the bird in the pic a punk Robin? I don't think I've seen one of those before, but it would certainly brighten my day too Pat.
I do like the name too, warbler gives us the impression he or she is not averse to belting out a tune of a morning, adding their opinion as a soundtrack to a wonderful morning to get us going.
The mention of squirrels has turned my soundtrack to the mission impossible theme. I can't explain why watching them makes me smile, but it does 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry... the photo with my poem is a Palm Warbler. We surely have seen a "punk robin", especially in the Spring. I love the idea of the Mission Impossible theme. Birds are so ingenious and courages. Thanks for stopping by. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Birds are so ingenious and courageous... as ever Pat