"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Thursday, July 6, 2017

A Treeful of Birds

Red-billed Quelea
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Red beaks gleam
in the shallow sunlight
of this morning –
my tree full of finches
brown as leaves
now fallen
quivering
their feathers
tucking the night away
under their wings.

In numbers, they alight
like little flowers
blooming –
include me in conversation
their talk of birdseed
and where to find it
until I relent
flinging crushed corn
and millet beneath the tree
retreat to watch
as they float to earth
these tiny fragments of dusk.


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22 comments:

  1. Kerry, you've painted such a fragile conversation with nature. Almost a whisper that i leaned into.

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  2. I love this image:

    "In numbers, they alight
    like little flowers
    blooming –
    include me in conversation"

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  3. How gorgeous. I am so happy you scattered seed for the little critters. I, too, loved the lines about them being little flowers, blooming....so sweet.

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  4. I love the image of finches as blooms, for it's a wondrous thing to see, especially very early in the morning, or at night... when their heads try to dream secrets under their wings.

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  5. I used to keep zebra finches. I loved them. Your poem is so fragile and wistful and kind (the strewn snacks for them.)

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  6. This is a wonderful captured moment... especially love how you are included in their conversation... You have captured them in the season perfectly.

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  7. This is beautiful. I like being included in a bird conversation.

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  8. they know you will relent...how lovely to feel that you are part of their conversation.

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  9. ah, I was hoping - and this - yes. I nearly added that you southerners could write of winter, but this is absolument superbe. that final line - I wish I had written it. thanks, Kerry ~

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  10. What a delight to read this poem, recalling the times when little birds with such confidence were happy to have me near to scatter seed at them.

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  11. And with each falling leaf a wish. (at least were I come from) You have created a magic moment. Thank you

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  12. What wonderful images in this - especially comparing the birds to flowers. And then scattering seeds for them, how friendly! The birds here sing all through the day especially when it is time for me to go out and refill my bird feeders.

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  13. I love those red beaks gleaming in the shallow light, Kerry! I watch the finches outside my window, too, but none of them have scarlet beaks. I like how our poems contrast - you chose to write about morning and I wrote about night. But you have wonderful traces of the night in the lines:
    'tucking the night away
    under their wings'
    and
    'these tiny fragments of dusk'.

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  14. I love watching the birds at the feeder and often wonder at their conversation. Just lovely

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  15. Such a perfect close! Kerry, this is lovely.

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  16. I just loved this moment...beautifully captured...!

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  17. Ah, just lovely--I can picture the birds in all the postures here--a passage of time with them; really wonderful. k.

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  18. ...tucking the night away under their wings... sigh. Just beautiful - a very quiet poem - one has to be still in order to be invited into their world.

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  19. Our hemispheres teach us that poem challenges are like tarot cards, you have to read them forward (in summer) and reverse (winter). This assembly of birds fleshes out the tree that has lost its leaves in winter, are robust and yet reveal the night (beneath their wings, fine image), and fall to earth, like leaves, for the feast. Delicate and delicious.

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  20. "...tucking the night away/under their wings..." a very evocative phrase, and immediately brings that image of fluff and concealment that all birds have mastered. I have often felt that birds are like flowers of the air--you give them all that lightness and beauty here.

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  21. We used to spend so much time, just watching the birds come to the feeders, but now our lives are filled with a furry "killer." Signs posted to stay away. He waits for their return. I am told, it is his nature, otherwise he cuddles into my bed like a baby. I love this piece you have written!

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  22. There is a lightness of being present in your words Kerry that opens up the deep relationship in your connection to the natural world.

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