Watching a flock of birds
Dance across the fiery canopy of the sky
On flame-tipped wings;
And flying beyond the silver sliver of the moon
Is pure poetry.
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Thank you for your best wishes about my dad’s health. Recovery will be slow, but at least it’s going in the right direction.
It was mild when I was in England, so now I present:
Blue sky with a side order of…
Palm tree (outside my parents’ house);
Love birds on antennas
And street lamp with reflection.
Let’s spare a kind word and smile — or extend an invitation — to those feeling alone or depressed during this holiday season.
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Late summer — and dawn is finally making an appearance again at a reasonable time.
Some mornings, sunrise unfurls like a parasol
Made of blue silk;
Sometimes the dawn
Is an orange burst;
But my favourite kind of sunrise
Is one of peace and reflection,
A canvas ready for colour
And the signature of three small birds in flight.
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I’m still in England —
And probably enjoying a view like this one over the Sussex countryside.
I just love the lamps, the birds
And the golden tapestry of the field behind.
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Spring dances in —
Two steps forward and one step back.
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
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An early golden sunset;
Birds flying off into the horizon; echoes of their flight left on the water.
For some reason, this simple scene
Filled me with hope for the future
And peace in the present.
‘Hope is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul.’— Emily Dickinson
This bird on the neighbours’ apple tree
Reminds me of that saying about
Birds not being afraid of the branches breaking
Because they trust in their own wings.
That self-confidence is the greatest gift
We can give our children.
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After the silence of winter,
Spring makes itself heard in the loud
Symphony of birds
Twittering, singing, warbling.
It’s a feathered harmony of music!
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As you probably know, I’ve just got back from a trip to Paris.
Parisians love their dogs and you can see them following their owners off the lead in even the busiest streets.
Owners and dogs enjoy life along the banks of the Seine.
The pigeons on the many bridges of Paris
Are remarkably tame and pose willingly for photos.
This bird has one of the best backdrops in Paris —
My favourite animals, however, have to be
The stone gargoyles that decorate the many churches.
(This one is smiling at me from Notre Dame.
Like me, he seems happy to see some spring blossoms.)
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As we stand on the cusp of autumn and winter,
The birds fly off into the pink dawn
Early every morning
Looking like autumn leaves in the rising sun.
The stragglers skim the silver surface of the lake
In perfect and opposite harmony
Looking like little origami birds.
“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.” — Robert Lynd
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