Indigo Buntings and Sunflowers

Summer symphonies among the flowers...

On an overcast day where Crepe Myrtle pray... 

Sunflowers reach for Clouds that float 

in an Ocean of Blue...  

The Breeze becomes the Song of Autumn leaves 

falling like feathers when fledglings fly to 

 Sycamore trees... 

Feeders are full of Sunflower seed where 

Indigo Buntings preen their feathers and 

complain about the Weather... 

After the Rain drops cover the Roses 

 

with Kisses of sweet perfume...  

the Boughs of Nests cradle the Buntings 

in Melodious waves of Summertime Blues... 

 

Reviews

[softlyfall]

It threw me that the rhyme and meter lasted exactly one line, I was all warmed up to flow with more of it...
In a way, that perhaps made me pay more attention thereafter.
The theme is wonderful and natural and inviting. It makes me think you are a gardener of flowers as well as of words.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest softlyfall… discovering a Beautiful Autumn leaf softly falling is a pleasant experience after days of high Winds. Ballerinas are Poets in Motion. Lovely to express the sensuality of Romance. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Oh dear… I read your Poem before thanking you for reading my Poem. I suppose they go together as the Leaves Pirouette through the Breeze. Autumn is a time for reflection and inspiration. Your feelings have framed my thoughts in golden sun rays. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the Buntings complaining about the weather....so it is not just we humans who do...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob… since I was born up stairs where Trees were full of Birds… I naturally could read their thoughts and chirps. They prefer warm sunny days… but somehow they do not seem to be as happy when it thunders and lightening plays across the Sky.
Thanks for stopping by to discuss the Weather. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, you paint such a beautiful image here. I can see those sunflowers stretching their necks up to reach the sky's ceiling. I just adore their fabulous sunny faces. All is contentment in your garden of birds, trees and flowers. A hint of perfume from your roses has wafted across the pond. Just divine. All is well.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris… lovely to share Sunflowers 🌻 with you… they do reach up to the Sky. I love the end of Summer when the living is easy. While Roger was in dialysis.. I attended a performance of two musicians playing a Guitar and the three of them sang my requested Songs. It was an enclosed area with open table and chairs in the fresh air. I requested Puff the Magic Dragon and Foggy Foggy Dew. It was a Treat on a Sunny day. Be blessed and be Well. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

The performance you attended appears to have been delightful Pat. You will retain those memories of having your requests sung for you for a long time.
Lovely to hear that Pat. It is a bank holiday weekend here, so we are spending time in the marina. Sending warm wishes across the pond :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Chris… we have Colonial Beach about 40-50 miles from our home on the Potomac River where there is a large community of lovely Beach homes. One side has a Marina at the end in calm water. On the Potomac side when it is Stormy, the water is choppy and splashing in Waves, but the Marina side is more placid. We spent many Summer days on the weekend walking along the Water’s edge on a small Public Beach. We almost bought a home 🏠 there, but it is best to be where we are for reasons. However, I have mourned the fact we almost bought a Cottage on the Placid side. Alexandra Bell had his Summer Home on the Stormy side.. now it is a Bed and Breakfast for a few people at a time… on
the upper level. Hugs, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

P.s. Chris, the Calm side of the Harbor is Monroe Bay and the other side also with homes is on the Potomac River. There is a Town before you enter the Harbor of Homes (where there is a River Boat with a Public dining room overlooking the Potomac River. There are TV screens showing Horse Races across our Country. You can make Bets and collect if you win.. we spent a few Summers at Colonial Beach on weekend trips for the Day. We now live in the Cuvil War Battlefield Battlefield area of three Counties and we live in Spotsylvania County in a peaceful area with the Rappahannock River running through the City of Fredericksburg, Virginia. Almost Six am Monday morning. Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, thank you for that wonderful description of where you live and also Colonial Beach. You have the best of both worlds. We are some way from the beach but close to the river. Our marina is sheltered and peaceful. We are happy to be here this weekend. The river will be noisy and busy with holiday traffic. You mentioned horse racing and you reminded me of my Dad and both brothers, ( I am the eldest of five). They loved their horse racing and we spent much time as a family doing this and also greyhound racing. My Dad owned a couple of greyhounds himself. Flyaway Paul and Wendy's Charity. You have gifted me nice memories on a beautiful August morning. Have a glorious day yourself. Sending love across the pond.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

Well done Patricia. paint a great picture.
and as a bonus, I learned something new, had to go google what are crepe myrtles? Was fairly certain we were not discussing breakfast on the Rivera, but...
and before you ask, no I'm not a gardener, and while I will remember that cm's are flowers, if you showed me one in 20 mins, even after having just looked at the pics on google I as likely to say "oh what a lovely rose" lol

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ken… flowers are my best friend… I am lost in their beauty… and I wear their colors on my cheeks and in my hair… especially shades of peach and rose. Thank you for reading my poem .. we have many Crepe Myrtle trees around our home .. the colors are shades of Red and Lavender .. absolutely Heavenly. Man Birds come to our Feeders… Cardinals and Mourning Dove, as well as Blue Birds. Here’s Wishing you lovely days and nights with Sunshine blessings and Moonshine Romance. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Correction: Many beautiful Birds come to our Feeders…. Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I feel like I am there with the trees the crosses, the birds, especially ones that give us the symphonic mediates...your images are so soft and vivid....I didn't know that Buntings complain about the weather, very clever.... everything in this poem is a pure delight....
Thanks for sharing!
Truly
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... I told the Birds, "If they complain, they will live longer". The more I complain to the Doctor, the more He charges me. A bit of Humor will work wonders. Thanks for your review. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Isn't this true!!! Truly, B

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“with Kisses of sweet perfume...
the Boughs of Nests cradle the Buntings
in Melodious waves of Summertime Blues... “
Dear Pat, your poem is filled with light and beauty. Beautiful imagery, flow, rhyme, alliteration. Just love it!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Annette… pleased that you read about Summer becoming a time of changing the hours into Golden moments to think of being a Light in the Darkest of times where people are 🙏 praying for guidance. gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

nicely done.............again

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave... three little words... like the "chirp" of a Bird... thank you for the feathery feeling. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

No one can complain when reading your wonderful poetry. Full of life, nature and living things. Your portrayals are mesmerizing. Come Autumn, come.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… the Autumn light has become Magenta light from a faraway Star. Our Climate may change; however, our ♥️ Heart will rejoice as we settle on our Sofas and drink Apple Cider and nibble on Ginger Snaps. Thanks for joining our prelude to Autumn. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. You are welcome.

[Crowley]

Although autumn where I live is still 45 days off or so, this has me caught up in the changing of the seasons and how the sometimes back breaking burden of Summer will eventually give way. Lovely write.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Crowley… a pleasure to read your review. It seems that some days there is a Chill and Birds are confused. The Canadian Geese are flying around wondering where the setting of the Sun will decide to fade away. Thanks for leaving your heart 💜 prints. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks... Autumn hums with Harps of Gold and the World unfolds.
as Children run along a Primrose Path where Fairies dwell by Hollyhocks...
gently, the Author Pat