Townsend Warblers where flowers rest

High on a mountain where clouds rest 

in blue skies of peppermint sighs... 

there is a Nest of Butterflies... 

Yellow Warblers with licorice stripes 

sing sweet sweet sweet all day long... 

Living West of the Rockies in San Francisco 

they often visit our friend Margie... 

Player of Mandolins of Hearts... 

Reviews

[lightsong]

awaaaaaaa!! "sing sweet sweet sweet all day" I wish I can sing her too "sweet sweet sweet all life" she is a blessing here so happy she got her power back, spread her wings and came back.... Thank You lovely loving Pat for this gentle kindness You've shared with us, this "sweet sweet sweet song" gonna stick in my head all day...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Light... my deepest apologies for waiting so long to thank you for your gracious Review. Yes, I imagine that Margie needed a "Chance" to explore the galaxy and envision the World from a Rocket Ship. She has returned with stories of Outer Space and beyond. Her Imagination is a Phenomenon, indeed.
gently, Pat

[Cherrie]

I love when I can hear words within the songs of birds.
This is a wonderful poem filled with colors bright, sky warm and melody sweet.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie… it means a lot to read your review… to know that the sweet songs of birds are heard… I watch the Birds most every day and find the courage to spread my wings. They appreciate the seed and berries… Thanks for your warm review… Be safe and well during the Christmas Season and beyond. Tenderly, Pat

[JE Falcon]

Nice, I especially like
"High on a mountain where clouds rest
in blue skies of peppermint sighs..."
Very visual to my mind. --- Thanks for a restful and enjoyable read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Falcon.. writing a poem is a song that may soothe a restless Soul who needs to hum a melody that lingers through the day..
Most days we listen to Irish and Scottish music to start our day. Gently, Pat

[JE Falcon]

Descended from a Scotch-Irish grandfather, I understand.

[Patricia Wedel]

Beautiful Countryside and Castles.. with Bagpipes … love the Plaids and Kilts…

[andrew mitchell]

Your poems are like a lullaby, calm and relaxing Pat. Well done.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... the sweetest sounds are still to be heard... from a charming colorful Bird with Wings that fly far up in the Sky. Lullabies do calm our days
as Autumn becomes a silent prayer that Winter will be soft as Snow falling on Holly berries. I apologize to be so tardy in sending a thank you. Kindly, Pat

[Orphic dreamer]

“ in blue skies of peppermint sighs... ”
“ Yellow Warblers with licorice stripes ”
The well-play of color imagery is absolutely beautiful! The poem is just so heartwarming and written with a jubilant essence that tingles the reader. I also adore the meticulous details to describe the vast scenery! Breathtaking!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dreamer... your Avatar seems to see many visions of love and mercy. I am touched by your warmth and appreciation. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

My favorite line of this wonderful poem is "Blue skies of peppermint sighs".. I would love to hear the sweet song of yellow warblers...probably would put me to sleep... and what a nice gesture to include our friend Margie in this very sweet poem.
Thank Pat, you're always thinking of others....
I mean all of us poets!!
Best, B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... we are so blessed to be a part of Poetry... where we can share our feelings. It seems our Skies change "formations" come what may. There have been more Moods in the Sky than we could even imagine. We just had torrential Rain that was unexpected and caused unusual conditions. All we can do is Sigh and hope for a Calm change of Seasons.
gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I can go for that…we has much rain, but now beautiful in the mountains of Nc, cool, crisp and bluest skies, yours truly
B.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, always a delight to read your words. A true lover of nature you are, especially our avian friends. This appreciation of Margie and her return to our fold, a gift to us all. Thank you dear poet.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... so lovely to hear from you. We are knee deep in selling our Lot where our Cottage burned down in the Autumn of 2017. We have moved to a Bird Sanctuary... and just today We are free of that responsibility... and can concentrate our new home. I shall soon sleep until the dawn of a new day.
Hope you are well and enjoying the Changing of Seasons across the Pond. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

The new season has gifted some lovely warm weather Pat. Pleased to hear that following that awful fire and the burning of your cottage, you can now move on and concentrate on your new home. Sending you love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you so much, Chris... it seems our lives are full of unexpected events... as the World unfolds. So many Souls entering our Country has given us an awareness that Human Life is Precious; therefor-- we must think of the Innocent. With Prayer and Love that Peace will be our Goal. gently, Pat

[redzone]

hi Pat, you have written a deliciously sweet sweet sweet poem.... I agree with Margie's comment on how flowers may like the feel of butterfly and bird touches... even develop their colors and petals to attract them... and on top of this sweet poem, you pay tribute to our poet friend Margie.... makes this poem a double shot of sweetness and poetic magic...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Curt... Yes, Margie is back.. after taking the sage wisdom of many of us. Thanks for you reading and rejoicing on the Return of our Shepherdress.
tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

We are blessed to have her and you, too. A lovely tribute and comparison to this creative lady. She must have touched you in many ways.
Excellent...

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, Sami... she is gifted and a pleasure to know. Thank you for having an "open" Heart. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

She sure is. You are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Warblers in the band...
rock and roll birds...."if you're going to San Francisco, wear flowers in your hair" and sing with
the Warblers...they always like backup.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

June Carter Cash and Johnny Cash - 2002... they loved to sing the above song... I left my flowers high on a Hill in San Francisco... where little Cable Cars climb half way to the Stars... truly, Pat