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The robins were singing vespers in the high tree-tops, filling the golden air with their jubilant voices. ~L. M. Montgomery, Canadian author, Anne of the Island, 1915

An inquisitive
Bird sitting in a tree
Can sometimes seem
Dreamily calm
Even as it’s obviously
Fraught with tension
Giving an observer
Half a chance to wonder
If it is even thinking at all.
Just so, the bird and I are
Kindred spirits
Loving the outdoors
Making music at will
Noticing whatever moves
Oh, how wonderful it must be
Perhaps for a day or more
Quietly flitting from tree to tree
Round about the yard
Settling high in the branches
Taking notice and being noticed
Under the bright sunshine
Volume turned up
With eyes wide open
X-ray vision
You can’t help but admire
Zealous living.

Note: Poetry form is A-B-C Poem.

The Sky

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A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all — he’s walking on them. ~Leonard Louis Levinson, author

Always hanging over us
Breath-taking views
Cloudy occasionally
Downpours, too.

Ever changing appearance
Foggy mornings with dew
Generously providing
Healing for our moods.

I often glance upward
Just to see the skies
Kind of a pasttime
Looking at the sunrise.

My search is rewarded
Now with this scene
Of sunlight diffused
Prisms that gleam.

Queer the fuss we make over
Retrograding Mercury and
Sporadic solar eclipses
That prompt us all to look

Upward until
Voilà!
We realize that once again
Xtremes of nature

Yell loudly while the commonplace
Zips along unnoticed.

 

Note: This is a poetic form known as the A-B-C Poem. First one I’ve ever tried, and it was harder than I expected!