October Octave Sunsets Pumpkin Pink and Orange

Scarecrows beside a split-rail fence... looking for goblins and such

As the Autumn Sun becomes bright and evening breezes sing 

I hear the music of the Angels who guard our every move...  

Cedar Waxwings are sitting in the Crabapple trees munching 

on the berries as they wait for the weathering storms... 

Seed Seekers visit the feeder as they chirp and chatter with 

tales of Wood Meadow Sage...  

Bluejays plump from Summer's berries on bittersweet vines 

visit our porch and deck feeder for a quick snack and then off to 

discover the other gourmet locations to keep in mind when 

grey clouds and snow descend from the North... 

Tufted Titmice need a safe place to land as they wait for 

their turn to feed where a Peck at a time will suffice when 

Winter brings Ice and Snow on frozen ponds where children skate to 

the song of the Whippoorwill and the sounds of the Downy Woodpecker... 

Reviews

[Neville]

...................... My word our Pat .... what a wonderful picture you paint here .. and for us to flock to see ... You seem to have a magnificent variety of feathered visitors .. A sight to behold .. an ornithologist and poets paradise .. How lucky some of us are ................................ x

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... I love Autumn when colors of leaves and birds are embroidered on my heart with silken threads of magnificent obsessions. So lovely to leave your foot prints on our path of primrose promises and extraordinary scenarios orchestrated for your pleasure. tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

I love autumn too Pat ... and you paint it so well ...

[Fran Marie]

Such a beautiful
poem of nature
the fine feathered
friends in all their
glory. sing the song
of autumn.s. vivid
colors .and atmosphere

a lovely descriptive
poem so well penned;

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[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran... the birds seem to know the our world is in disarray. It ia so comforting to see them go about their days... being so appreciative of being fed an sing their sweet songs. Thanks for stopping by. tenderly, Pat

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

So detailed poetry you wrote. I was captivated by this reading. I never heard of a Crabapple tree. I looked it up, from what I saw so far it's not actually an apple? Thank you for educating me as well as entertaining me with your words. Wonderful poem, Patricia. It took me away. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cyperion... I have to chuckle a bit and say... sometimes we may be crabapples although we are not apples at all. I love to write about birds and nature... it helps to get us through the difficult times. I appreciate your visit. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Vivid description of bird life in Autumn, and when winter approaches a few will dare to pick on anything around.lovely poem and you sure know your birds ! Fondly, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... thanks for stopping by... it seems that birds have a plan for every season. There is an aura of mystery about them that colors our world and I for one feel humble in their presence. Hope your Autumn is blessed with the beauty of leaves falling in colors of red and gold. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

The days of Winter. The birds do know when to escape South. I liked the description in your words. Nature, a life of it own. Wonderful to see dear Pat. Thank for sharing the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... as if Nature spread your magic wand the atmosphere in colored in magenta and gold as leaves gently float to the ground. The Sun softly settles upon the scene as pumpkins smile and glow as evening quietly sings of bygone memories. Thanks for sharing your feelings as acorns drop and Meadow Larks sing of romantic sunsets of persimmon pleasures... I bid you adieu... dear friend. Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Good morning dear Pat and you are welcome.

[Samuel Dickens]

I think I just got a glorious peek out your window and saw the goings on of birds and weather. I do the same thing and am always mesmerized by what I see. Robins hop around, pecking at the grass while blue jays behave badly. Sometimes a cardinal passes by, or tiny sparrows. All summer, I kept the hummingbirds in fresh nectar. Perhaps I kept them happy, for they finally just left the other day. (Oct. 4) Lucky you, being visited by woodpeckers.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Samuel... lovely to hear from you. The birds are my social network as if I were doing "needle-work" where delicate feathers sit on the feeder and we share the latest gossip of romantic flutterings.
Keeping hummingbird in nectar is like a never-ending "tea party" with winged feathers. The best to you and yours. tenderly, Pat

[barleygirl]

I know you love the featheries & your poem is a loving tribute to their autumn gorging celebration, but at this moment I'm a little put out at the birdies for decimating my garden with their fierce foraging. Having so many wild trees & bushes that offer an abundance of berries this time of year, why must the birds peck my romaine to shreds? Well, at least they leave my strawberries alone! What's wrong with my lazy dogs -- they won't defend my garden from this swooping doom? Well, let me escape my troubles for a bit & just dwell in your poetic fantasy where the featheries are content to peck a passel of wild snacks. Great throbbing variety of sparkling detail, depicting how the bird community as a whole teems as if at an endless smorgasbord! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie.... Sunday night Sunset has slipped beyond our vision and once again I sigh at the wonder of it all here on the east coast of the USA. Today I saw the same Cardinals with their feathers arranged in their own blending of Red colors... some Male and females are a light grey and and tan. They all have similar beers and appetites. Then there are the Maverick Cardinals with their unique looks and personalities. It is a privilege to see them up close and personal as they seem to know by instinct that they "have it made in the shade with a glass of lemonade. They say Cardinals are our loved ones passed away. Now, dear heart, I am distressed that the birds eat your Romaine lettuce. If only they knew that you need your vitamins and minerals.
We have been eating lots of Pineapple and I wonder where they are grown. When I lived in California for a year in 1959, near Napa Valley, we had steamed Artichokes every day. I trust you get enough nourishment. Can you reach the Berries on bushes that the Birds may have left just for you ... who knows? lol. not funny I know. Love and prayers, Pat
p.s. Thanks for your savory review of my poem xo

[Patricia Wedel]

Some Cardinals are males bright Red, but all the females are a light to medium Tan with a hint of red.
Of course the very young cardinals have their own unique shades... it seems to me.
I do not want to be misleading. Pat

[barleygirl]

As a Floridean & former Californian, you know that in October, I'm still reaping tons from my garden, since the temps just now receded back into the 90's, instead of 100's! I actually enjoy much better health during the seasons that I'm able to grow & eat fruits & veggies in abundance. They say that good gut health is essential to pain management without meds. Love your description of birds & especially cardinals, becuz I've never seen a cardinal in person in my life!

[Patricia Wedel]

I have never seen an Angel until I knew you... I will be your first glimpse of a Cardinal... gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

Awww! I'm touched! I forgot to mention that the title of your poem beckons like a breeze. It rolls off the tongue like honey.

[Patricia Wedel]

I appreciate this... 💕 lovely to spend my silver years with poetry... a blessing in spite of this crazy State of Affairs. Stay well and Safe. Be loved... Pat

[emmajoy]

'.. Seed Seekers visit the feeder as they chirp and chatter with tales of Wood Meadow Sage... Bluejays plump from Summer's berries on bittersweet vines .. visit our porch and deck feeder for a quick snack and then .. '

Your poems inevitably bring St. Francis of Assisi to mind, petal mine! Your pocket of our oft grey world seems full of beautiful flittery fluttery creatures! What a magical place you've created and obviously, love to pieces. Thank you so much for sharing. Hope you and Rograre taking care, keeping safe and all. xx.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... you are so perfectly precious when you visit like a “Nightingale who sings in Berkeley Square”. We are having soft winds and falling leaves of divine intervention... Roger and myself are safe and well .. eating Pancakes full of organic raspberries and drinking Tonic water with quinine. We all wear Masks and sanitize.
So lovely to have you visit ... trusting that you are well and safe. With 💕 love, Pat

[emmajoy]

First I notice the tonic water with quinine{ more often or not, especially on phone duty, my staple drink of an evening! (Early hours hot chocolate however!) Excuse me saying that first off, shoudld have stepped to your lovely response. Good to know you and your darling are going along well, and, obviously send lots of smiles and silent applause to read that. Alls well here tho mixed messages from various sources, enough said! Take carre, keep safe and comfy, dear people. xx

[emmajoy]

carre should read care, of course.. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

You are a “Care” package flying across the Pond where deep sapphire blue dreams are prayers of divinity. tenderly, 🥀 Petal and Porpoise 🐬... Amen

[emmajoy]

You make such a beautiful couple... smiling here. Wonderful thoughts deep sapphire blue dreams.. as for prayers.. Hugs and garlands of green. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

By the way, Em... I have long admired St. Francis of Assis.... I had a Mentor who was so much like St. Francis... so when we moved to this Bird Sanctuary, it came natural for me to befriend the beautiful birds that have a seasonal home in Virginia. I also feed organic carrots to the Rabbits and peanuts in the shell with no salt added for Squirrels and Crows as fate would bestow. gently, Pat

[light and ashes]

Beautiful................

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Light... thank you for your Midas touch upon my
humble poem. Birds are so inspiring to me... always
pensive and skeptical I know somehow how much they appreciate how we look out for their generosity.
truly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

I'd say UR very lucky to have all these overwinter
They mostly leave us, but because of COVID they will be replaced this year by flocks of snowbirds that will be coming to overwinter on Vancouver Island instead of going south as they usually do

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... I think of Anne Murray singing
“Snow Bird”.. an incredible song of warmth and peace. The father of my Son had Uncles who lived in Nova Scotia where his Mother grew up. We visited them and walked on the Bay of Fundy where many fossils lay. It was beautiful there with rhubarb growing in the garden. We made apple pies with rhubarb and lots of sugar.
My only trip to Canada. Thank you for your review. Be well and safe. gently, Pat

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is such beautiful poetry and makes us envision such a beautiful picture! I love the mention of all the birds, but my favorite part was the mention of the gray clouds coming from the north. That was just a very beautiful thing to add in and your writing makes me very excited for fall!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cola Cat... your feelings of enchantment shine through the dark clouds and grey skies. Thanks for reading about October Octave sunsets. gently, Pat

[Vertigo Cat1111]

It was my pleasure, really! (: