After a long winter I fill
the sweet wooden birdhouse
and wait for the oriole to return.
I shoo away the squirrel that climbs
upon the rusty metal stand. Keep to
your acorns, I say. There are plenty.
Squawking lapis jay comes next
drops bits of seed to the ground
where grass sprouts underneath.
A wild turkey nibbles the fallen fodder.
I hope his whole family comes again
like every afternoon last spring?
Previously published in The Avocet, a nature journal, Spring 2016
Jill, What a beautiful poem honoring nature and the beauty of the countryside. I hope the animals come to visit every springtime.
Lovely poem Jill. I missed you last night at Inspirations and The Ink Spot…had hoped to see you and say hi! Xoxoxo
I love your watercolor Jill. The poem is beautiful.XX
I hope every spring, too, Jill. Thanks for posting this poem. Love your sweet watercolor.