Feather Beauty Bright

I spy a little bird

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 

 

Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

 

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

 

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

 

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

 

Feather beauty bravely
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

 

Bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove

Reviews

[s y e]

You have made this bird fly high in the sky with so much meaning. I adored this one.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank You. This was a beast to write taking a couple of months to capture the motion of birds into words. Whew!!

[A. Amos]

I agree with my fellow reviewer, thanks for sharing

[Michael G. Smith]

This took weeks of rewrite trying to capture the motions of birds into words.

[rutherford]

Excellent powers of perception. Admiring something as beautiful as a bird and knowing it disappears in the end.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Rutherford. Very hard poem to write.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a beautiful write, Mike - you have made this bird soar in such wonderful detail.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, this one has probably seen more rewrites than any other poem of mine. Getting nature to come alive in verse isn't easy.

[shallimarRose]

hmmm... weren't you the one that told me you were not a poet? I think you might re-think that. fascinating piece. Thanks you for the rr. Rose

[Michael G. Smith]

Sarcasm my dear with a smidge of humility.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Elaborate details and playful descriptions. I could never describe a bird as good as you did. Well-done! :x

[Michael G. Smith]

this has seen a thousand rewrites.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Oh, most of my writings, too. :x