Photo Credit: David Slotto
I sit in dappled
early morning light
sipping poetry—
earth-bound,
heaven-infused.
Nature simmers beauty,
breathes the freshness
of a flawless new day.
The shadow of a hawk
flutters by,
skims dry-grass-
gold of a near-by hill.
A blackbird nags.
Wrens and finches punctuate
from pendulous branches
of our cherry tree.
A flash of orange
meets orange. Copulates.
Red hot pokers
seduce orioles.
Ample branches
of our Ash
conduct the choir.
I applaud.
Submitted to dVerse Poets’ Pub, Open Link Night.
What a bright and cheery picture you paint! It matches the photo well and gave me a big smile. Thanks for that and for sharing this one with us.
Sets a lovely mood.
Your hubby’s photo is perfectly beautiful too and goes well with the poem. Wonderful collaboration.
Lovely read. I really enjoy the ambiance of the moment you recreated for us.
beautiful image and evocative words, starting right from the opening gate :
“I sit in dappled
early morning light
sipping poetry”
i just stopped there for a while and soaked that one in
then the litany and chorus of bird interactions, very much felt it; we lived next to a small preserve on the west end in galveston for a yr & 1/2, and it’s just amazing what a bit of sanctuary can provide, and seems your ash is doing a great job of that! enjoy
Just love the image of the conversing birds.
Lovely, lovely. And a very Mary Oliver sensibility.
That is a stunning photo. And I love reading about the early morning birds. Who needs television!
Beautiful write…I love the opening
“I sit in dappled
early morning light
sipping poetry—”
Mary Oliver is my muse so I loved how you wrote this with her kind of focus.
I LOVE THIS!
I did something similar this morning.
The world does sing, especially through birds. Great inspiration.
I love the image of sipping poetry.
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So wonderful, Victoria. I love bird poems. The title is so soothing apt.
Very pretty poem. A lovely scene, beautifully told. k.
Yes!
Perfect!
It sounded like you and Mary could have been there together.
i like the image of the ash conducting the choir!!
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I like the entwining of you and Mary, a match made in heaven, beautiful!
this is supple, alive, and gorgeous.
And I too, applaud. This is so lovely. Gentle, filled with beautiful imagery I could picture the scene you were seeing and hearing.
A wonderful read.
oh wow you got quite the show today…thanks for capturing it and spreading hte love a bit…really nice visuals…i could see it and hear it all….clap clap clap…
I’m living your first verse, Victoria. The rest of this great poem began to lift me out of my earth-bound status. I was about to fly when I lost trust and here I am again. Some days…
Yes I hear echoes of Mary Oliver in this. Her poems often centered on birds and they acted as her metaphors. This is beautiful and peaceful. Thank you.
This is a very sensual poem in every meaning of the word. Beautiful and clever, my friend.
Beautiful…I love sipping poetry
i applaud as well..what a beautiful and atmospheric piece victoria..wish i could’ve been there
This is one of the most beautiful of your poems that I have read. Lovely.