Hawk Are You?

Are you frustratingly sitting there

weathering the storm?

Waiting for the sun to emerge

so you may spread your wings.

Lift off the tree and fly

to heights I may never know.

Hawk are you,

waiting patiently. Enjoying the snow

falling around you. Perched and 

covered from the storm are you

content to be there?

Hawk are you, not waiting out the storm,

but watching the bird feeder for a meal?

Oh! How I hope it is not that!

May you be resting. Flying away. To find your next

meal at some other place.

Hawk are you?

As I have since seen the hawk at this spot in the sun, I guess he is watching the feeder for a meal. 😕 

“Hey, you taking my picture?” 🤔 

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Sleeping In

Roosting quietly on a branch.

He waits for the sun to rise higher in the sky

as this morn is a bit cold. I think I might take after him.

Except I would have to go back in

as I have already left my bed. Woken early

to find this sleepy head.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Holding On.

Leaves have fallen. Branches bared.

Only one staying is this nest up here.

Holding tight to wind, rain, and sun.

A reminder of growth, nurturing, and young.

Eventually, it will fall away. 

Creating space for a new one one-day.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Gracious Chickadee

Singing quietly.

Among the branches.

In the tree.

Close to me.

You fly on.

Chirping quietly.

Friendly joyous chickadee.

I was ecstatic to have finally gotten a picture of one of the chickadees. They where flying over my head as I was filling the outdoor animal water dish that sits under this tree. The little birds flit around so quickly I was surprised this guy stayed long enough for me to get his picture. 

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Sing For All.

Sitting on a high perch. Singing for what it’s worth.

I feel myself filled with joy at your lovely song.

My heart knows the rhythm and rhyme.

Your pitch and melody. Soothing all who choose to be

caught in your song. Grateful you call your home

exactly where I live, too. Sing for all your melody.

The soul soothing song. Lifts us up to a world higher.

Helps us forget the moments gone.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Migrating Enthusiasm

The birds have paused their Autumn travels

near my door stop. I gaze out the windows to watch them.

Hopping and bopping along the fields, 

the tree tops, and through the air. 

Merrily resting and reviving for the next leg of thier trip.

The birds always provide an abundance of joy when they stop by.

May you be blessed with abundance.

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

My Sparrow Buddy

Oh, how I relish your song in the morning!

Your throaty call drifts across the yard.

I look, eyes shining brightly, when I spy you

high in the tree. You like to sing from the very tip

top of the pines. Looking like a speck of brown

atop the prickly greens. I peer up long enough to whisper

good morning. You quiet long enough for other birdsong

to filter through the dawn kissed air. I find myself humming

along. As the rooster crows his loud morning song.

The hens chirp and hum as they wake.

I, for one, will be grateful for this day.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Confidant Chickadee.

You fly by me. Hovering close so I see.

Look! Look! At me! You say, chick -a-dee-dee-dee.

I pause to look at you. You fly to the feeder and back to the tree.

Asking without words if I can see. Yes. I notice the feeder is empty.

I will be right back.
Arriving with the container of seed. The chickens cannot help but see.

As they scream, Sunseeds! From under the cover of the trees.
Full at last. I look around. I do not see the chickadee.

He cannot be found. 

Wait! Right there! A flash of black and white. Past my shoulder.

He grabs a seed. Quick as can be. Perches in the tree to eat.

Belting out a thank you that sounds like, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com