Chickadee and Red-headed Woodpecker Song

Chickadees with black Caps appear when  

Winter is harbouring berries red and plump... 

The Music of a Brass Band rings loud and clear  

as Red-headed Woodpeckers Chime into the 

Beat of Kettle Drums along the sleeping Rivers 

 of Weeping Willow boughs as the Snow shimmers  

and we become entranced in the Romance of Winter... 

 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've always favored winter, simply for the snow. I have squirrels that I feed every day, and I wonder how they keep themselves safe from the colder temps and inclement weather. I haven't seen or heard my mourning doves in quite a while. They're due to start mating again in the spring on through October. Nature and nurture. That's what it's all about.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kelly… I remember that you grew up in Maryland.. as did I myself. In the Fifties it snowed every Winter and the Ponds would freeze over, and locals could often Ice-scate. We loved the Snow. Now we have retired to Fredericksburg, Virginia by the Rappahannock River. My daughter Edie (named after my Mother Edith) and her family live in Virginia Beach and my Son Robert and his family now live in Norfolk, Virginia. I also feed the Squirrels Peanuts unsalted in the Shell to divert their attention to the Sunflower seeds on the wide Wooden Deck Railing outside are large Kitchen Window. The Mourning Doves and Red Cardinals are our main Birds that reside close by. We do have other Birds visit. One Spring.. we had Blue Birds with Peach Breasts in a Group on branches upstairs outside our Bedroom Window. I know the West Coast is beautiful also. There are many “Wonders” everywhere. Hugs, Pat

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

This poem creates a vivid and evocative image of the winter landscape, highlighting the beauty and magic of the season. The lines "Chickadees with black Caps appear when / Winter is harbouring berries red and plump" and "Red-headed Woodpeckers Chime into the / Beat of Kettle Drums along the sleeping Rivers / of Weeping Willow boughs" create a sense of movement and energy, emphasizing the ways in which the birds and natural world interact with one another.

The poem also touches on the theme of music, using the imagery of a brass band and kettle drums to create a sense of rhythm and harmony. The line "The Music of a Brass Band rings loud and clear" creates a sense of celebration and joy, highlighting the ways in which the natural world can inspire and uplift us.

Finally, the poem celebrates the beauty and romance of the winter season, using the imagery of shimmering snow and weeping willow boughs to create a sense of wonder and enchantment. The line "as the Snow shimmers / and we become entranced in the Romance of Winter" captures the magic and mystery of the season, inviting the reader to experience its beauty and wonder for themselves.

Overall, this is a beautiful and deeply moving poem that celebrates the beauty, magic, and wonder of the winter season.

[emmajoygreen]

How you love and observe the birds and their vital place in our world.. you words are magical, dear lady. x

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... so lovely to read your feathered words.
We had a Hyacinth bloom and buds appeared on our Rose bush... The birds are singing Claire de lune... softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Winter can be very romantic indeed, the shimmer of snow by the river with a brass band and chickadees to sing along....and I forgot the weeping willows, so silently beautiful.... then the warmer sun will melt all and spring will breeze in with a symphony......but not too loud....
A uniquely Pat Poem!!!
Truly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty… Being of Hungarian descent on my Fathers side.. I seem to hear the Symphony of the Seasons. Thank you for your 💜 heart prints. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Dearest Pat, I am Hungarian on both sides!!! A joy to read your poems always,
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… Hungarians are thought of as 🎶 musicians and their History is Nomadic… My Mother had a Yellow Canary that Sang with long-playing records of Strauss Waltz’s as though the Blue Danube was our Habitat. My Mom Edith managed a Restaurant close to our home in Maryland and the Canary sang along with the Music and the Diners 💗loved the entertainment. My father spoke Hungarian and had Hungarian friends. I cherish that you are also Hungarian. I love 💗 the appearance of the Hungarian at the Dance in My Fair Lady on Broadway… “I could have danced all night and still have asked for more.” Audrey Hepburn and Rex Harrison. A Classic in every poetic persuasion. softly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

You paint scenes of nature at its very best in all its rich plumage balanced by the seasons. Another poetic gem Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew… you are like the Wise Owl 🦉 who knows the Season of Snow when Rivers freeze and grieve until Spring. Be 😇 Blessed… Pat

[willweb]

Winter is definitely a beautiful season that brings her own magic along for us to enjoy. I saw a red headed woodpecker just this weekend on one of my cedar elm trees. Winter here brings the red birds or cardinals to our area. Isn't nature grand. Beautifully written.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Willweb… It seems I saw Cedar Elms when I was in Ohio for a few years as a Child. I have always loved the Pretty Birds especially the Cardinals, but they are all like Angels to me. Thank you for your Charming Review. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Captivating in essence, delightful in attendance. You bring the magic of God's creation into a spiritual focus.
You are blessed.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… your words are a Balm that soothes my worries away. You have the Master’s touch. Peace and blessings. softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you kindly. You are welcome Pat.

[Chris Shaw]

Such a beautiful scene here dear Pat. We are just about to have another arctic blast and we have snow in some parts already. So important to ensure that our avian friends aren’t forgotten.We have bird feeders in our garden. I do love a brass band and smiled at the thought of sleeping rivers waking up. Keep warm in winter’s chill dear friend.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Sleeping Rivers waking up with Ripples of Sunshine Smiles.. .. thank you Chris across the Waves… have a ❤️ lovely day. Pat

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed in ways I have not seen, words to describe winter in a beautiful light ;-]

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Willow… your words are Soft as a feather pillow under a weeping Willow.. . Whose Heart 💜 beats the Drums of Eternity… we live by the Rappahannock River where George Washington grew up to become our Furst President. Thank you for the poetic pleasure of your company. tenderly, Pat

[D]

A beautifully refreshing poem on the bountiful side of a season that is usually described as solemn and grey. Winter comes bearing its own sweet gifts. The red and plum berries are so delightful and the Chickadees will have a party with a band played gaily by the woodpeckers. What a wonderful day they must have bringing the sleeping rivers alive. The snow shimmers with joy. You captivate me with your words, dear Pat. The day feels so much brighter.

[Patricia Wedel]

My Heart 💜 beats to the Music 🎶 of Winter Snow Birds flying above the shining ripples of Rose petals Kissing the day with Laughter… my dear friend across the World. Tenderly, Pat