Barned Owls of the Rocky Mountains

Fountains of Blessings appear in November...

When the Wind ruffles my Feathers... 

I settle on a Branch of an aging Sycamore... 

I dream of ripe berries and my Friend  Chickadee... 

remembering the long nights spent when 

the Moon became a Light that brought 

Eternity into our Life of orchestrated 

Autumn Rhapsodies...

Reviews

[Lorry]

This brought happy memories to me of during lockdown, a family of snow owls moved into our nearby woods and they were such a majestic sight if you were lucky enough to catch them in flight, which was always unlucky for their prey.
Sadly the entire family were found dead at the base of a tree, all victim to Avian flu. They are still missed here.
Hope you and yours are well too.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... the Spirit of the Feathered Owls will always be kept alive in our Heart and Soul, We are thankful for the Healing of Autumn's blessings. We welcome the giving Spirit of Thanksgiving as Children dance and sing in golden and magenta leaves of yesterday. Be Brave and enjoy the Symphonies of a Mosaic Sky. gently, Pat

[Neville]

.. I can't leave the page without leaving a big smile behind .. here goes, but ever so gently does it .. 😎🐧

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, your beautiful poem reminded me of lockdown also. I remember seeing a film of a barn owl in flight. It was in slow motion and was magnificent. Your lines are visually stunning.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... the Crescent of the silver Moon will always bring Harmony when Barn Owls fly in formation as reflected in the Moon. May your November Rendezvous be Blessings. softly, Pat

[Relic]

Excellent poem, Patricia. I like the capitalization, the rhythm that plays out, and the rhyming "EE: sound. I've never seen an owl, but I may have heard them in the woods near me years ago. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Relic... a pleasure to read your review. A few years ago... an Owl was sitting on the ledge of our Deck outside our Kitchen Window where we leave Seeds for the Birds. The Owl was Gorgeous and Calm... and appeared to be wearing dark rimmed Glasses as though a Wise Professor was resting in between flights. We are blessed to have so many feathered friends that depend on our Buffet of seed. Red Cardinals and black and white Chickadees, as well as Mourning Doves and even a Red headed Woodpecker on our large Maple Tree in the Front Yard to our Delight. softly, Pat

[Jeyanthi]

I spoted one during pandemic...

The write flows like
Written with magical quail..
Hope is the blessing and that blessings all we need which already surrounded us nature..
( you magical appear on of my insomnia day, and comment to count 270. I tried and in a mid way I forgot what happens next... I valued the beat of the rhythm of counts of numbers more now... well, if I thought about counting again, then I say "better I sleep 😅)...
Thank you.. dear 😇😀

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jeyanthi... Nature is Magical ... I love that this poem seems to be written by the Feather of a Quails Quill. Some poets count Sheep in order to Sleep. Resting your Pen on Parchment is Wise. gently, Pat

[Pete]

I consider it a blessing to be visited by fine, feathered friends i find owls to be especially fascinating. thanks for landing this bit of loveliness. love the choice of words.

[Patricia Wedel]

We saw a gorgeous Owl sitting on the ledge of a Deck outside our large kitchen Window... only once in the seven years of being here. It took our breath away I am blessed with your presence also. softly, Pat

[Pete]

magnificent creatures.

[Sami Khalil]

You are blessing us with these marvelous poems of our feathered friends in the magic of Autumn .You are surely ruffling imagination feathers of your readers.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... there is Magic in Autumn as the golden leaves flutter like Butterflies on Wing. Our World is reorganizing as the Stars bring Peace and light to those whose Spirit believes. Lovely to read your review. softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome softly Patricia Wedel

[Pryde Foltz]

A moment of poetry zen. I loved this, Patricia. I was also quite intrigued with the carefully chosen capitalization. Glorious writing. I always know you will lift my spirits.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... I adore the moments when I can lift someone's Spirit. In our World of broken Hearts we see Monet's Lily Pads where we could dream of enchanted Isles with Mermaids and Mangoes to nourish and sustain as we watch the World unfold for a Romantic Rendezvough... dear friend. I Pray/// Amen.. Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde.. a Romantic Rendezvous is a Gift that will take away the Blues. softly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

From your lips to God's ears:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... God gave you a Gift of tenderness... may your days be spent in Wonderment... dear Friend. softly, Pat

[Soren]

A beautiful setting with beautiful words and a beautiful message nicely written Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren... the Wind blows Gold leaves of Enrichment as we believe in the Enchantment of Autumn movements of Beethoven's Fifth. Blessings of love and wisdom. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

changing of the seasons brings blessings to all of us and may the rhapsodies of the songbirds continue to give us the joy that we deserve….
lovely dear Pat
warmly B🌷

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... finding Direction before the Holidays is a Gift that brings Peace to a Land that needs Love and devotion. Your words are spoken and become a Tohen of blessings... softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you dear Pat for a comforting review
hope you are doing well….🌷
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... your words are spoken as a Token of Beauty. Roger and myself have our walking Canes and also support each other. It is a blessing to survive together. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

yes it is, the elderly show much respect for one another…..over years of sharing and love🌷