Today I’m participating in Poetry Friday. You can find the roundup at Wondering and Wandering, along with the next installment of the 2020 Progressive Poem. Thanks, Christie!
A few weeks ago I was delighted to notice that the bluebirds returned. This spring they chose the the large white house by the peonies for their home, and before long there were five eggs nestled in the soft bed of pine needles. Yesterday I watched the couple perched on the roof, sharing a snack. Such a heart-warming scene!
Yesterday as the wind blew and the temperature dropped, I wondered what the mama bluebird might be thinking. Is she grateful for a place of shelter? Hopeful for a healthy brood? Worried about possible predators? Those thoughts, inspired Amy Ludwig Vanderwater’s lesson on writing in the voice of another, led to this short poem:
Wind chills the air,
Scatters blossoms from the cherry tree.
Blows down branches from the maple.
But in this sturdy house
I sit on five lovely eggs,
Thankful for shelter from the wind.
Thankful for soft pine needles.
Thankful for each new life.
Have a wonderful weekend and stay safe!