Wild pear blossoms spin and float
white beauties with pink blush
thick pollen of yellow hue blankets
the green of Imagination hollow
new born faces peek from tall hickory
gaping beaks screech the melody of hunger
fingerlings dart and weave
maneuvring in a survival dance to elude
the river patrol of soaring ospreys
seeking breakfast to sate the aerie
occupants, patience has not yet found
will be quelled with nothing less
at this time when earth lies covered
in the embrace of immense beauty
duties test parental capacity
the screech of youthful hunger will be
abated by bloated bellies alone
the song of nature is sweet
albeit absent this day, of a tweet-tweet
May your pen never run dry.
Blessings,
Marcia
love and peace dear friend, Carole~
Beautifully, lovingly illustrated in verse - well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This is rich and vivid, fully alive, full of being and becoming; that 6th line, "gaping beaks screech the melody of hunger" is outstanding and I'm envious I didn't write it, but a great poem doesn't rely on just one line to carry it, it needs them all, and you, my friend, have delivered. Excellent work!
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Ron
white beauties with pink blush"
Oh my, this is stunning.....wow! Scented words of beauty is this gem of a poem.
Love and Blessings
Christine
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo