Wildlife flirts
blossoms sing
air vibrates
sun and rain
Birds and bees
buzz in harmony
but a single note
thrills my senses
Canada Geese
squabble and waddle
while Mallard Mom
herds young into reeds
A splash signals
presence of beaver,
but my ear is fixated
eyes scanning green
For a glimpse
of brilliant orange
capped with black –
Baltimore Oriole
(Image my own)
So beautiful poem, VJ. That bird is so cute.
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Thanks Indira.
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Your writing is so wholesome 🌻
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That’s sweet. Thank you, Isha
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💞
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You did a great job of tickling my senses wondering what that single note that thrills your senses was until the end. (I should have looked at your photo first!)
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Glad you didn’t – that would have given it away.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thanks!
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💚💚💚
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Lovely!
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Thanks
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Lovely poem and photo for spring, VJ.
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Thank you, Lauren
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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What a beautiful Spring poem
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Thank you!
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How wonderful, to catch one’s own image of the Baltimore Oriole. And wonderful poem to convey this experience 💙
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Thank you. They are delightful
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Always a welcome sight. (K)
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😊
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The birth of nature in spring is breathtaking in a million ways! Great work!
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Thank you!
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I agree that Baltimore Orioles are special!
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They really are!
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I love watching all the migrants returning for the summer. Your poem is perfect.
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Thanks Eilene. With the arrival of each species I feel uplifted.
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We are experiencing more warm and sunny spells all of which encourages all things Spring – how wonderful it is. The Baltimore Oriole is indeed a wonder to behold. Thank you:)
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I hope the Spring vibe continues. Thanks
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May sings her song, and the goodness of the world can be felt in these moments captured by your words. *love* Thank you.
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Yes. Such renewal in that melody.
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I love all of what you shared, VJ — the poem and the photo – but the Canadian geese squabbling and waddling tickled me. Yes, yes. 😘
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They are everywhere! Thanks Victoria
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I just got out of bed and was staring bleakly into my black, Splenda & Kahlua coffee, thinking I’d have nothing to look forward to today & I read your poem and felt encouraged to at least look up, look out the damned window & be grateful for another day of reading fine poetry, of which this is a shining example. Thanks. Maybe I’ll go for a walk later.
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Well glad I could provide that inspiration – never quite the smile you leave us all with, but something.
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This is a lovely spring poem. I watched three Canada Geese this morning. One fellow was letting a third know to stay away from his lady! I felt bad for the fellow who had to wander off on his own. Hope you see your Orioles soon. People have started putting out the oranges for them here already.
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They’ve been spotted here already, but not by me. Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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You paint a vivid and lovely picture of nature. I’m no longer huddled inside to keep out of the rain, but vicariously sitting on my back deck basking in the sun’s warmth. 🙂
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Hoping we can do the same here today. We are ready. Thanks
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Beautifully written VJ.
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome
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