A spot of red
and dash of yellow
bandana masked eyes
how you transport me
to simpler times –
childhood days
when you and I
wiled away hours
hidden deep
beneath summer
canopies – maple,
beech and willow –
listened for whispers
on the wind,
searched for treasure
on rocky creek bottom.
Years since our paths
have crossed like this,
have you returned
as reminder –
your sweetness
a blessing, now
that I only linger
at woods’ edge?
No matter the reason,
I am content
that we meet again,
my friend of old.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)
Something special about a friend who returns, and who comes to the edge with you.
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Thanks.
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Your poem is as beautiful as the picture!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome!
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A lovely poem that brought to mind how excited my mother would get when she spotted a cedar waxwing when I was a child.
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I like your Mom, already!
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Very beautiful!
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Thanks
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So beautiful ! ❤
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Thanks, Olga.
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Such a pretty bird!
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It is. Thank you.
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Really beautiful ❤️
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THanks!
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One of my favorite birds!
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I love them too!
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Good catch of the tiny red “badge”!
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Thanks Jazz.
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This glows with nostalgia so convincingly conveyed on the wings of a waxwing.
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Thank you Susanne.
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Very beautiful!
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