where walk takes me

 

I’ll walk down our gravel road, usually alone with God, or sometimes with my neighbor and her boys. We chat along the way and soon we’re back home. I used to take my husky…or she used to take me (I miss my fast and furry companion). I walk a mile or two for the exercise and fresh air.

Other times, I’ll meander through our grove of trees sheltering our house and farm buildings. I go to tune in nature, clear my head and calm my heart. I listen to bird calls, admire the foliage stage of the trees or mushrooms in the grass, and perhaps pick up sticks blown down by our last wind storm. 

A bold rabbit hops closer and pauses to observe me observing him. Long ears twitch before he hops for cover under blue spruce. A black-bibbed flicker tap taps in tree until I pass below; he bobs and flits away. I startle a handsome ring-necked pheasant which whirs up, startling me. Bending down, I pick up a perfect robin’s egg that fell out of the nest, unbroken.

 

oak trees hold old leaves

prairie winds buffet farm grove

birds mourn fallen nest

 

 


Bjorn inviting us to take a walk with dVerse Poets this week…

on weathering spring snowstorm

This could be a lullaby or children’s poem but kind of romantic too…what do you think?    The repeating question and rhythm is similar to a wonderful children’s bedtime book, Where Does the Brown Bear Go? by Nicki Weiss. 

 

where do red robins go

my love, do you know

where do red robins go

when it snows?

 

they hide in evergreen

branches, soft and low

they hide in evergreens

when it snows.

 

but where do sparrows go

my love, do you know

where little sparrows go

when it blows?

 

they don’t mind the cold

watch the birds to know

how to cuddle ~this~ close

when it blows!

 

 

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chillin’

Writing prompt at Ramblings of a Writer using words “arrived” & “breeze”.

 

wet flakes fall steady

spring arrived without a breeze

robin hops in snow

 

 

a fragile beauty

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s spring retreat theme is ” fragile beauty”.


  

sky blue robin’s egg

delicate avian life

beginning of wings

flight aborted, premature

my eggshell heart softly cracks

 

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photo by lynn

“miss you” haiku

 

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robin good

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Spring robs winter’s scene with plumped red-orange robin

perched in poet-tree.

 

(an american robin sentence)