Chickadees and Piano Keys

Wearing a Black Cap is so Cool...

Dancing in the Snow Storm 

where Bumble Bees swarm... 

Hunker down on a bough of 

red berries and sing a song... 

I'll play the Piano with the window 

open so you can dance along to the 

rhythm of a Kettle Drum beating...  

My heart has found the perfect Storm...  

  

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

whisper delight and beauty to me soul Pat! my imagination sparks with Bumble Bees in a snow storm! ;) the title sings .. i have said it over in my nog more than several times ... a delight just to say it "Chickadees and Piano Keys" :))))))))) one of my sons is an artist and he told me a trick they use many times .. just a small dab of red that sublimely treats the eye without the observer even knowing it .. it can be any bright, contrasting color .. but you have painted with the red berry in this one .. a perfect poem if ever there can be .. absolutely would change nothing .. love it!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... your early morning whispers are like softly falling snow... when Chickadees linger to dance to piano Minuets and coquettish notions of romance. May you and yours be blessed with the 🎼 morning music of Chickadees and the buzzing of bumblebees ... sweet as honey from their sequestered Hives. tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much ... i receive your blessing and wish it back to you 10 fold ... your romanticism is inspirational and infectious ... love on ya always!

[Patricia Wedel]

Always is forever in chirps and Minuets ... !

[Einstein Noodle]

:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[Patricia Wedel]

🐝 chickadees 🐥 the child in me smiles...

[andrew mitchell]

The title has a lovely rhyme and has its own chirpiness! You paint your words ever so gently with your brush Pat.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A delightful and talented piece that speaks quickly and without over use of emotion, well done, good read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Thomas... love the Chickadees... so glad you enjoyed the piano rendition with falling snow... tenderly, Pat

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A delightful and talented piece that speaks quickly and without over use of emotion, well done, good read.

[Dave Brown]

This is a bee-utiful bit of poetry that is being played neath red-berried boughs
Another fanciful uplifting read
Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave... I fluff my feathers when I read your words with the taste of honeysuckle wine. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

I suspected you might be back to offer up more of your lively poetic ponderings! I leave my doors & windows open (no screens) all summer, night & day. The past week with smoky conditions, birds have been flying indoors more than usual. I don't have a piano (what I love about your title & your message!) but I do wonder what these birds might think about my inside habitat? I was thinking about writing a poem on this topic, but you've beat me to it! *wink! wink!* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie.. Birds do become trusting once in a blue Moon. I believe they realize who leaves seed and tidbits for them. My Mother raised Parakeets and the Nesting Box was in my Bedroom on a lower shelf beside my Bed. So I got to hear the parents Chirp and one of them had learned to say words in English. Wouldn’t it be “Cool” to teach Parakeets to speak French or Spanish... I am certain they would have better luck at learning... than I would encounter. Love 💕 and 🎶... Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting piece I like it!

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you JungLee... I appreciate your joining the Chickadees and me in our Reveree... bumblebees buzzing in a snow storm. Gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

Actually, I have never seen bees in a snowstorm, but I like the image anyway. This is a light, pleasant piece with several images that are pleasant to the eye and ear. A nice change of pace from the national news.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... we can imagine many things in poetry... Bees 🐝 in a thunderstorm... that would be unlikely... but who knows...
fantasy is a diversion from reality where things seem so surreal. Thank you for your touch of warmth and care. tenderly, Pat Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. The great storm and music. A special combination dear Pat. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... it seems that Chickadees have a special place in my heart. Only once when we lived closer to the Rappahannock River... did I see about ten Chickadees in our young Cherry tree that had Pink blossoms for the first time since planted five years before that day. They are stunningly beautiful like black and white Keys on a Piano. Their Chirps are so musical, especially in a Snow Storm... dancing when perched upon a tree with red berries and thee. softly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I bet a wonderful sound. Here in the city. Maybe the birds are heard dear Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

God orchestrated his Creations ...
therefor we 💃 dance and sing... and some
Fly and Chirp. Amen

[Sami Khalil]

The poem is lovely and the pic is adorable. I like how you describe them wearing black caps on their head(two birds). Then the image of a piano with freedom to see the outside. You are very romantic and natural.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... now that is why we miss you so much... not only your poetry-- your reviews are so charming and worth a Pearl captured and cherished.
gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much. You are welcome dear poet.

[Lorry]

I was plink plink plinking along on kitchen worktop backing keyboard Pat,
I imagine an internal soundtrack of the mission impossible theme tune every time I see a swuirrel through my kitchen window, doing his or her swuirrely gymnastics, so can very much relate to your piano accompiniment.
And all that in a snowstorm too! Sometimes that kitchen window is better than the tv 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry.. you have me laughing here. The birds and squirrels get along in my feeder... but the Cardinals are frightened when they see me. I probably look like a Cat! The Mission Impossible Music is needed for just about everything we try to do these days. Thanks for stopping by. I have been singing “Summertime” from the Musical
“Porgy and Bess”. It seems to take me back to more simple days. “Your Papa’s Rich and your Mama’s good lookin... Hush little baby.. don’t you Cry. Oh! Yes, the fish are hoppin and the living is easy,,, gently, Pat