Saturday, February 12, 2011

birds outside my window

my daughter is photographing eagles,
and i sit with feet against
the space heater, tea in hand
watching birds 
outside my window.

yellow-green warblers, tails wagging,
flitting through the underbrush
of oak and pine while
the raven-winged vulture soars beyond
a swaying barricade of 
long-needled branches.

the robins were here earlier —
kicking up the loose dirt,
hiding in the orange tree,
strutting about in their bold red waistcoats 
and generally making 
a glorious mess.

i sat down to write about
life's bittersweet,
but now i can only see
the sweet.


B. Meandering said...

I'm always delighted by your poetry. Isn't it cool how we can start to write something and then God takes over and something else so much better emerges?!
Love the picture.

I liked the other post too. I agree with Susie--they have an Oriental look about them. They go with the scripture perfectly.:)

B. Meandering said...

As far as picture, I meant the flowers in the sidebar--for some reason they stood out today.

S. Etole said...

I'm enjoying your new look with the banner and all.

Your words always bless.

Debbie D. said...

Your blog is like a breath of fresh air. I see the picture vividly painted by your words.
And your outlook on life is more than refreshing... it's an example.

Linda said...

There is something so joyful about watching those little feathered friends. I love to sit by the window and watch them at the bird bath. Endlessly fascinating.
You paint such a lovely picture with your words.

Jodi said...

I had to smile when I read this 'cause feet against the heater with tea in hand sounds just like me!

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

oh, and orange tree?
such luxury...

Rick said...

Isn't it great how observing the creation can bring joy ! Great poem !

Dianne said...

Lovely post... The blossoms in my haiku post are Redbud.

becky said...

Birds are such great inspirations, aren't they...beautiful poem, Leslie!

LauraX said...

so sweet, my friend, yes...when we sit still long enough we realize how much more sweetness there is than bitterness.

Joy Lake said...

"cause feet against the heater with tea in hand" I thought the same thing, it sounds just like my mom hahaha. I love this picture of all the birds outside. The part about the robins is my favorite. It reminds me of reading The Secret Garden for the first time when I was young. It was very magical to me and your poem has the same feeling about it.

rebecca said...

thank you for
your willingness to look deeply into the heart of life.
beautiful words....beautiful you.

Noelle Renee said...

Gorgeous verse. Birds are God's messengers I think. Sometimes I honestly believe they are angels in disguise or visitors from beyond. I love them.

deb colarossi said...

I love you.