birds top right and center….from our deck jlcThe chickadees chatter
and chirrup
“a cheep, cheep
chick-a-dee-dee!”
bullying for position
on the fence post.
There’s an argument
about breakfast
and who goes first
and “hey, no cuts!”
Doesn’t matter there’s an
over-spilling
feeder full of seeds–
all the birds are hungry.
It’s a change-of-weather
morning where the dew
rests in places
normally occupied by sunshine,
his arc lower in the sky
by several degrees,
chair cushions stashed in view
of a threat of rain (really?)
And a new
chill in the air–
a reminder of last-year-this-time
like an old dream of
seasons before,
coming on the morning
of a new awakening.
Those little birds are SO cute! And this made me feel great. I love how the sun's arc gets a little lower and new possibilities abound.
What a nice blog you have! I'll enjoy getting to know you vian more of your poems.
You've beautifully captured something I noticed this week. There is a palpable change of season happening around here, with leaves turning and falling in August.
smiles…love the new awakening…and the playfulness of the birds…the cooler mornings are nice…and i love greeting them first thing as the world comes alive…..
The new seasons arrives as the chirping subsides, fall I welcome, winter on the other hand, umm no haha
Your poetry is beautiful. I feel the change in the air too. Sometimes I welcome it; sometimes I don't. This time I do!
Oh, how I love the coming on of fall. This captures it perfectly, Jody.
'a change in the angle of light.' so well put. We notice it especially up here on the 42nd parallel (latitude?) Way different than in my So Cal days.
I love the start of new seasons==so much promise!
Nice, Jody. We commented yesterday afternoon, that even amid the glorious sun, there was a new, slight chill in the air. And a change in the angle of the light – the big cue for seasonal change in these parts.