Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Winter birds & poetry

winter makes me less than bold
darkness reigns with biting cold
hunker down when temps are frigid
icicles form in lines most rigid

out my window I watch the scene
mounds of white with little green
feeding birds an avocation
cheaper than a big vacation

birds a-flutter in clouds of frantic
few with notions of romantic
daytime brings a colourful bustle
finding food a daily hustle

in the night wee critters scurry
across the snow their feet a-flurry
they must be watchful for a predator
Mother Nature she is the editor

pedicure stated on the certificate
pampering there it was magnificate
too cold for sandals home I ran
toes are pretty although it's Jan.


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
&*> Fabulous post, Jenn; terrific fun! YAM xx

Christine said...

Beautiful photos and poetry!

Nancy J said...

A few lines to add to your book.The snow still lingers, birds know where to come, toes so fab, and all is well with the outside friends who visit. Love those wee birds.

William Kendall said...

Good poetry. The devious rascal squirrel is a welcome sight.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Great photos! Winter is not my favorite.

Anvilcloud said...

Might as well be creative.

Nice to stick a gif in with the regular photos.

DUTA said...

I like the winter imagery in your poem:
White "mounds" with "a little green", darkness and bitter cold, birds in a hustle to find food, critters moving hurriedly across the snow; and you, unable to wear sandals so that your beautiful, fresh pedicure could be seen.

Kay said...

Loved your poem, Jenn! You're amazing!

Lowcarb team member said...

Loved the poetry.
Loved seeing your photographs.

My good wishes to you and yours for 2018.

All the best Jan