Wild and Free on a tree Branch

As I experience each day.   

I fly high as a Northern Flicker...  

dressed in latest fashion in 

black and brown feathers...  

My hat is a reddish gold where 

my senses are forever bold...  

No one ever figures my riches 

are butterfly sparrow songs and the  

sound of buzzing bees in honeycombs... 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I haven't read anything at the cafe in a month or two & this title made me click on your poem as the first thing I'm reading, upon returning! I love this. I really see myself in it, all the way! I am this free & wild bird, sitting on my branch, preening my feathers for absolutely nobody, but just becuz it feels so good to be alive! I love how your poetry taps into that spirit of living in vast freedom like the featheries do! Here's hoping everything is going well for you & that this pandemic biz hasn't impacted you or your loved ones (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... we have people kneeling... whether or not they should...
some people pray in private and others pray in public... either way we are in this world together. So far our family has been spared during this pandemic... we wash our hands and wear Masks... for ourself and each other. Intelligent citizens will ponder and then take charge of what is the best way to recover. It is lovely to be Wild and Free...
May your days be Cool 😎 gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the richest possessions are actually personalities, friends to fly with, free wings.
lovely piece, here, Pat.
as usual.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... it is a time when feelings are paramount and wealth... just enough to survive. I was with my Mother when she passed and I felt her Spirit leave her body...
the curtain moved at the screened in window as it was a balmy night in December. I am fortunate to know our Spirit lives on. Our Spirit is a gift that flies away (with us) when we pass. In the meantime, we are wealthy to have friends to share our joy and our sorrow. Thank you for your generous review. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

The personification in this is great, Pat. You truly are a nature lover and that comes through in all your poetry. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... it is always a pleasure when you leave your heart prints. We are tossed and turned as the World ponders the ways of healing from the events of terror and illness. We must keep faith in the Spirit of Nature and Man Kind as we discover solutions. truly, Pat

[Unspoken poet]

this is so wonderful and so very well written

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kay-T... it is a pleasure to read your words in syncopated melodies. tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

you make that tree branch come alive dear Pat... Oh' to be a Northern Flicker.....

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Nev... living high on a branch... gives you a chance to feel the wind through a sycamore...
and want to build a little house with feathered cots.
Thank you for perching for awhile. tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

a pleasure n true :)

[Patricia Wedel]

If only we could fly like Birds and sing
until dawn when shimmering pink sun rays
color our days with possibilities... the author Pat