Fay Slimm

Bird Talk.

 

Bird-Talk.

My mind is astir with what, this
Spring morning
I caught aloft under bluebell skies.
A bird who trills high, yet smaller
than any with call
that thrills making tuneful reply
and my heart went soaring
when I spied
a crest of gold as he sped by.
The nature park
that graces this valley bequests
feathered perfection in
winged songsters marking
tiny terrains with sublime bird-talk.
But the Goldcrest
and his choral welcome crowned

my early walk

Comments8

  • orchidee

    Lovely write and pic!

  • Michael Edwards

    Super poem to go with such a lovely little bird - don't see enough of them.

  • Maxine Smith

    Lovely poem

  • Frank Prem

    Nice work Fay.

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    The 'trills and thrills' spoke to me in your poem; a reminder of the joys found in bird watching! Great work!

  • Pintu Mahakul

    Early walk is welcomed by this tiny bird. A nice imagery is drawn in this poem with natural perception. Spring morning is very well caught in memory. A small bird thrills high here. A great imagery is drawn here. Excellent poem!

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write Fay, I have seen many Goldcrest but I have also seen a firecrest which is a much rarer bird.

  • WriteBeLight

    I love this Fay!



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