Graceful Killdeer Birds Keep Vigil of their Young

Meadowlarks provide the Music when the Season of Nesting begins.  

The Red bellied Woodpecker adds the Sound of a Drum... 

where Hummingbirds fly to parts of Ever Green Boughs...  

Killdeer are the Acrobats of Summer Orchestrations... 

Summer Vacations and Watermelon Wine... 

 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Good evening from my coming dawn! Your writing reminds me of suddenly coming across what is out there in the all and around.. then - to pause and say ' thank you.' Beautiful words from a beautiful lady. So hope things are calm and as comfortable as can be in your and Roger's world. Hugs - gentle.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em… it is difficult to see Countries at the Brink of War. I am sad that Children have to suffer… so our days are full of Prayers that a Change of 💜 Heart will somehow make a difference, softly, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Wishing you and Roger a musically happy week and more, dear lady!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i have never had watermelon wine, indeed, i've never even heard of such a drink. how i long for it now. and drinking this sweet wine (i imagine it's sweet) while sitting nearby ever green boughs with birds in song sounds like a dream. really captured the scenery with these words in a most enchanting way.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ern... yes, in the heat of Summer Watermelon can be intoxicating as it cools and soothes the Soul. You have added to the Enchantment of sharing . softly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

There is a lot of joy watching birds carry on with their day to day. Here we have blue jays.

[Philip Gaber]

I read this poem as Rimsky-Korsakov's Capriccio Espagnol play s in the background. One of my favorite composers and compositions. It was a pleasnt soundtrack to this poem with its allusions to orchestration and sounds.

[Soren]

A most beautiful image that evoked many memories. I grew up with Meadowlarks and their song, I live where there are Red bellied Woodpeckers and also now with beautiful iridescent blue green Hummingbirds. Very nicely done.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren…. Thank you for your review. Birds are so Inspirational in so many ways. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren.. you are fortunate to have Iridescent blue green hummingbirds... they are the Jewels of Nature. We are fortunate to have Cardinals come to our feeding Deck to teach their fledglings how to survive. As Summer brings the Warmth of the Sun... we become entranced in the Dance of Romance. gently, Pat

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Arundass.. new beginnings for Nature and for everyone under the Sun. Thank you for your kind Review. gently, Pat

[Neville]

You conjure up a very pretty & peaceful picture Pat .. Warmly, Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville… we ourself have Wings to fly and dive in the clear blue azure Sky… thank you for your Presence. gently, Pat

[Re-Pete]

simply wonderful, both creatures and writing. delightful. love the playfulness and last line.

"The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation." - Thoreau

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… Cat Stevens sings the Song,.,🎶 Black Bird is singing like the first Morning… Thank you for reading .. softly, Pat

[Patricia]

And the summer eve performances are just as beautiful. What a wonderful write. I just bought a new feeder for our visiting hummingbirds, they are so beautiful. Every morning the woodpeckers are banging out their original sound. I do love your bright writes.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia… at five fifteen on Monday morning .. the light is sleeping as the Moon is keeping a Vigil until the Sun begins to rise in Lavender hues of gold… my friend… Be blessed.. 😇 softly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. Once I was station in Germany for four years. I loved the new-wine of August/September. Nothing better than the Summer day and the new wines. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John.. we will drink the Wine .. remembering a Time when Music 🎶 was the Sound of Birds 🐦 preparing a Nest of fledglings … gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I do remember and I would like to do again dear Pat.