Bluebirds in the Snow

The sky was blue on a windy day...

Winds of Time were Blue 

They cried their last Tear Quietly 

as Clouds roamed the Sky 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

All my birds are gone. No bird using my bird feeder. A bad sign. Winter is coming quickly. We have a few left-over birds. Not many. They leave Michigan to the Southern states. Very nice use of words dear Pat.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John.. as Emily Dickinson said… Hope is the thing with Feathers. The Birds will Fly and spread Faith, Hope and Charity, but the Greatest of these is Love. Thank you John for your Prayers as we face a Challenge to Save our Country and USA 🇺🇸 Flag .. Amen… Pat

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This peaceful image you painted in words reminds me of this time of season. I just adore fall and the sleepy lazy weather it tends to bring. Along with its faded colors. Thank you Patricia for sharing your work.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Carlos... autumn colors and misty rain is a treat after the Summer heat. Thank you for sharing your feelings this time of year. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

Beautiful haiku love the
Bluebirds ..hope they weather
the snow storms ..ive seen bluejays
in snowy weather but not any bluebirds
and of course lots of red cardinals
since they stick around here lots of
them..since they don't migrate..alwsys
enjoy your lovely poems of nature
so nicely expressed

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran... enjoyed your visit and review. My research showed that Bluebirds do have different times of migration. It is a mystery, but often they do appear in climates with snow. Blue Jays are very different from the Bluebird. I rarely see a Blue Bird in Virginia, but it could happen. truly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

same here in Kentucky Pat
I enjoyed your poem..

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran… remembering Times when we were Hopeful and even now in 2022… we Pray for those who are possessed with Evil and will Vote for Saving Grace. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

The thankful season is upon us
today All Saints day and soon
thanksgiving, my how time flies
and yes USA is in a mess as never
before ..but still hope springs
eternal for brighter days to
come ..voting for better days
and praying for the evil ones
possess..wishing you a grand. holiday
season dear Pat🌹

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran… All Saints Day and Thanksgiving.. much to still be thankful.. all Prayers for People around the World.. gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

When it's 100* out, I just can't picture snow. But it's easy to picture bluejays becuz there are many flitting around the place, at every hour of every day. Still, the end of summer always brings on a certain melancholy of memories (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... sorry for the delay... while rolling in the Hay... lol... The Eastern bluebirds are a mixture of pure bright Blue with a hint of orange; whereas, we also have Blue Jays as you do... that are a darker blue with thin black streaks in their feathers. Blue Jays are very mischievous and love to carry off Peanuts in the Shell that I put out for the Squirrels. The Ravens also carry off the Peanuts. "Blue Birds" are known for bringing Happiness... so I tried to capture the melancholy in my poem. I feel the Blue Birds are sad about the Pandemic taking the Life of so many. We will all feel the Chill of Winter Snow. Lovingly, Pat

[barleygirl]

What a lively share! You are such a fluttery! *smile*

[Chris Shaw]

The changing season and soon birds will be migrating to warmer climes. Others will be left behind to fend for themselves in the colder days. They need feeding and we are sure to keep our avian friends well fed. Plenty of seeds and fat balls in our garden for hungry birds. Old bread gets left for them too. We also feed the ducks and swans when we can. Your Haiku reminded me that clouds can bring rain and the wind can become very unfriendly too when it wants to. Your posted image of bluebirds in snow is delightful. Thank you dear Pat. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... you are the Mistress of Enchantment.
You always mend the melancholy with your thoughtfulness. It seems our feathered friends are in many Countries with their colorful plummage and have innate instincts of when to migrate. Perhaps we are a bit like that in some ways. Lovely that you feed the ducks and swans. We have Lakes on top of Mountains in Utah, for instance, where Duck raise their ducklings... as I visited two Mountain Top Lakes in Utah when my Son Robert's family lived there. Now they live in Norfolk, Virginia, (about 70 miles from our home). My son's wife Leilani is in the U.S. Navy and is stationed in Norfolk. They have the Beach to enjoy while being stationed in Norfolk Navy Base. Their girls are 7 and 9 years old. Thanks for your visit. Be blessed and well. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Beautiful Haiku on the changing of the seasons...from colorful autumn to chilly blue winter. I myself love autumn, though when the days get shorter I know that the freeze is coming; long nights to ponder whatever, and shorter days to cram everything in before dark . Great job Pat.
Best to you,
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty.... always lovely to read your words. My sister-in-law Priscilla who passed this year has left us with three soft oil paintings of the "change of seasons"-- one of Spring with lilacs by a stream with a Chapel; one of Autumn that has the colors of magenta orange and Swans gliding on a Lake; the third is of Winter with Evergreen trees and falling Snow above an Icy Pond with winter roses around the Pond. There is a chapel-like Gazebo covered with Snow. I plan to paint a Scene for Summer time...
to complete the collection. Your review is lovely,
truly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

What a beautiful gift and you will always remember them , sorry for your loss Pat dear.
And thank you for the explanation too!
Yours
B.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a beautiful haiku. I love fall, but it is sad for some, I know that.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... Autumn is in the Air... and scarecrows scramble among the Pumpkins... the Hay is being rolled and and we are feeling the chill... as summer sun is singing an Opera to the Gods. Lovely to read your words of wisdom. gently, Pat

[redzone]

I wonder if the Bluebird, like us humans knows it has a limited life span??? do they shed tears when they realize they are at the end?? Unlike the Bluebird, we humans can face that 'wind' as well as determine what our lives will be about... lovely written Pat, thanks for sharing...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt... I always appreciate your Wisdom and sharing thereof. I suppose we do have a limited life span. It seems to be a long span to reminisce; however, in our twilight years-- it goes so quickly. We must savor the remaining years with tears of happiness and joy... bringing encouragement to others. Surely, our Spirit will live on and join the Great Spirit in the Sky. gently, Pat

[lightsong]

superior beauty, emotionally high where only a heart as gentle like yours can capture and write it down. a pure tear is spilled from the first line to the third for sure.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Light... as I wander each new day... I see the smiles of children at play... the innocent that breathe sweet dreams that become our reason to pray. Amen... tenderly, Pat

[lightsong]

Amen~ children are our hope as well as our responsibility.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes indeed, Light... Our Country and all Countries need to value the intricacy of the Human Heart. we need to treasure our Children and concentrate on spending money on Education for sustaining the Human Race and encouraging birth control and saving innocent lives that are already here... educating ourself and others how to survive. Praying for Divine Guidance. gently, Pat

[lightsong]

ignorance is the first major disaster to humanity and its evolving in all ways, even evolving in the spiritual essence. yes my dear in these troubled times prayers for the divine guidance is much needed.

[Lorry]

The changing of the seasons always seem more traumatic the older we get Pat, until we can find the beauty of autumn and chilly winter too. It let's us know that even life is a cycle and as long as we are here to see and be part of it, then why not look for the beauty in it while we can. It sure beats the alternative 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... if Birds can weather the Storms... then we can also. I often wonder where they go to seek shelter. I feed the Birds and know that "His eye in on the Sparrow" and I know He watches me. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

"His Eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches all of us. Amen gently, Pat