starfishred wrote on Dec 16, ’08

very nice  love the bird calls

billatplay wrote on Dec 16, ’08

Alas the Cockney Sparrow is no more in London. Two thirds of the total flock survive elsewhere. Nice poem, almost seemed like a field of conflict at one point. Just imagine the Moles coming up from their holes.

bostonsdandd wrote on Dec 16, ’08

Ummm….Life goes on whether we want it to or not? Thought provoking :o/. LOVE it LOL!

bostonsdandd wrote on Dec 16, ’08

For some reason, this is what I see.
A woman stands still. Surrounded by the chaos of her life, she wants to just be still and everything be quiet for 5 seconds. She just wants to remember life before it became LIFE. Everything fades for a few minutes and she remembers all the things/people in her life mean to her and she’s able to start again. That no matter how much chaos there is around her, she can STILL take a mini-vacation inside herself and recharge her batteries.
I really do love it. Even if it really is about birds LOL.

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 16, ’08

For some reason, this is what I see.
A woman stands still. Surrounded by the chaos of her life, she wants to just be still and everything be quiet for 5 seconds. She just wants to remember life before it became LIFE. Everything fades for a few minutes and she remembers all the things/people in her life mean to her and she’s able to start again. That no matter how much chaos there is around her, she can STILL take a mini-vacation inside herself and recharge her batteries.
I really do love it. Even if it really is about birds LOL.

Hi, Lori, You know, I usually write these paintings of my lif’e’s experience, lots from the past, and lately I’ve just been observing nature and trying to just be still. I ahd been going through a dry spell, always looking in. Now I am looking out; there’s a lot out there!

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 16, ’08

Yup, them cockney sparrows are HERE! The problem is that the cardinals and blue jays can’t understand their accents! Blimey!

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 16, ’08

I’ve always loved birds, loved observing them. as the jays were dropping to the ground to feed I thought, “Gee, if that were me, I’d be motion sick.” I wonder if birds ever have fear of heights. Seriously doubt it. They’re doing better than I.

lauritasita wrote on Dec 16, ’08, edited on Dec 16, ’08

This is such a lovely poem. I read it several times because I loved your observation of nature here. I loved your description of the bird feeder hanging from the tree like a bohemian earring. There’s a line I like “The grass is still green but soon will be frosted” that reminds me so much of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem, Not so far as the Forest: “That chill is in the air Which the wise know well, and even have learned to bear. This joy, I know, Will soon be under snow.”
I wanted to comment earlier, but I had to go to the dentist.

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 16, ’08

Thanks Sis, so you commented later, after the dentist. Loved the observation of your observation. 😀

sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Dec 16, ’08

Small brown sparrows and red robins, feed from the soil below; the squirrels, wide-jerking-tailed, and gray fluffed, yank and pull, and spill the seeds, changing the bird dance, manipulating the food chain, and creating a hierarchy. Seeds and wings scatter.

I am forever amazed at the tiny ecosystems we have living amongst us. In fact, just this past weekend I was taken in by the tiny world of the wild in my own backyard. The birds at the feeders, the squirrels burying their finds and those adorable chipmunks that scurry all the time. If you really think about it, it’s a wonder we have such nature living in our sprawl,isn’t it? This was really so lovely with it’s theme of nature….always can expect something superb from my poetess friend here!

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 16, ’08

I am forever amazed at the tiny ecosystems we have living amongst us. In fact, just this past weekend I was taken in by the tiny world of the wild in my own backyard. The birds at the feeders, the squirrels burying their finds and those adorable chipmunks that scurry all the time. If you really think about it, it’s a wonder we have such nature living in our sprawl,isn’t it? This was really so lovely with it’s theme of nature….always can expect something superb from my poetess friend here!

My Queen of Sweet Taters: You are most mwah-able. Many thanks! And I am so in accord about all the little adventures that are in progress around us. Just gotta look!

jadedruid wrote on Dec 19, ’08

This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing the look out your window. I also love to see the birds and animals eating

sanssouciblogs wrote on Dec 19, ’08

Thanks, Shar, see how we were on the same wavelength??!

ppiccola wrote on Dec 20, ’08

the birds do know! beautiful
The grass is still green but soon will be frosted
and after frosted the grass will be green again or it will die to let new grass grow and become green?
love it! really do!

forgetmenot525 wrote on Dec 26, ’08

Hi Sue……………….hope the holidays are going well and full of joy for you. i missed most of the poetry last week so this is me doing a little catching up. I too have an old bare apple tree in my little garden and it really does look a sad pathetic sight in the middle of winter with no leaves just bare black branches. it doesn’t sit on the lawn but in a little rough patch of garden and now even the earth is bare and brown………….oh dear what a sad sight, nice poem though  🙂

rosiefielding2 wrote on Jan 14, ’09

decay, but  soon re-birth, thats what this poem is about , the dead foliage, the stripped trees and the  pending killer jack frost.Wonderful images come into my mind.