the blue muse

hunger pains

the song of spring

still just a whisper, teasing

with a sun that shines through chilly days.

each hungry bird waits patiently for

new growth, new life, new seed.

soon, i tell them, soon

we will eat our fill

on endless

days.

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Kathryn March 31, 2011 at 8:23 am

Beautiful . . . I could hear birdsong this morning evening though it’s dark, grey and raining.

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Catherine Denton March 31, 2011 at 9:45 am

You’ve woven these words together beautifully and handed me the hope of spring. Thanks!
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.kat. March 31, 2011 at 10:41 am

All together wonderful!
What an adorable little
feller!

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Jillsy Girl March 31, 2011 at 2:11 pm

The sun has finally come out once again! I need to go
out and shoot a few thing! 😉

Chickadees are so darn adorable!

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Jillsy Girl March 31, 2011 at 2:12 pm

thing(s)!

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Jamie S March 31, 2011 at 2:46 pm

so beautiful

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red or gray March 31, 2011 at 3:30 pm

that is the shape i love in a bird…

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Barbara March 31, 2011 at 4:49 pm

Such a sweet image and hopeful poem!

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Marcie March 31, 2011 at 6:44 pm

Still just a whisper. Snowing here – funny April Fool’s joke – HA!

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Anna March 31, 2011 at 9:33 pm

Beautiful prose and photo! I love watching all the birds at our feeder. They’re so charming. Tigger the cat, thinks they are very amusing, also!

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prairiegirl March 31, 2011 at 9:44 pm

oh our wee feathered friends have such a friend in you …
thank you … xoxo
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Chantal April 1, 2011 at 4:06 am

beautiful, both words and image

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Jessica April 5, 2011 at 12:37 pm

Beautiful! Love the soft blues created by the texture. Nice!

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