Saturday, January 26, 2013

New Day


The morning began
With sharp shards of light
Slicing cleanly through gray trees
And skidding across the crust of snow.

The sounds of
A white padded room
Filled the air. 

Two red shouldered guardians
Stood watch
On mid-high branches
Patiently waiting
For any opportunity.

Red male cardinals,
Also waiting,
Glowed imperially
Against the gray sky,
Ruby pear-shaped ornaments
tucked in Vs. 

Small brown birds
Remained stiff
As if stuffed with cotton
Hidden under prickly 
Holly leaves

It is a frozen wait,
Endured
With icy patience,
For a new day.



Of course 
The Sun 
Had to have 
The last laugh

12 comments:

  1. Good words describing the world of snow and birds. Nice captured image. Enjoyed. -- barbara

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  2. ha. the sun had the last laugh...we have snow here as well...just tossed some old muffins out for the birds to have something to munch on...love the life/nature you capture...

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  3. Very poetic description of a cold winter morning.

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  4. You painted this picture so beautifully :-)

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  5. And the drama infolds with captured attention.

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  6. Lovely. I could never speak so poetically.

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  7. You have a wonderful way with worda :)
    Just gray and rainy here in the
    woods...

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  8. Perfect!
    I love the shadows in the top pic and the snow on the sun in the bottom pic. Excellent!

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  9. I felt like I was right there with you. Thanks for that.

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  10. Splendid, but the really shouldn't have laughed: he should have applauded the poetry that had welcomed his arrival. I did!

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  11. Oh Tabor, this is grand.....

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  12. I love the way, with a few well chosen words, you can paint an entire day's worth of mind pictures.

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