Nature Poems about our Wonderful World
Nature Poems
Winter Poem
Retired teacher in W. Washington
After The White Days
© T Pitre
After the soft, white blanket
lifted from
the ground
in my little town,
green bolder,
birds happier -
busy.
Little, blue-headed birds,
big, sharp-beaked birds
flecked bodies
like banty chickens.
Fat starlings
eating yellow apples.
Pecking the soft insides
and clicking -
squeaking
as they
do their work.
Winter Poems After The White Days
After the soft, white blanket
lifted from
the ground
in my little town,
green bolder,
birds happier -
busy.
Little, blue-headed birds,
big, sharp-beaked birds
flecked bodies
like banty chickens.
Fat starlings
eating yellow apples.
Pecking the soft insides
and clicking -
squeaking
as they
do their work.
Winter Poems After The White Days
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