A Flock of Feathered Friends find warmth and shelter

As the Wind blows the Snow... our feathered friends know that 

under the Eaves of the Roof... there will be seeds and bits of fruit and berries... 

The Heat from the Furnace is their Hearth where Pine Cones create a scent of 

Balsam branches burning where flutter of wings bring sounds that attract the 

Owls who know the feathered Nests that long for Spring and songs of the Swallows... 

The Barn where Horses Neigh and Bales of Hay are soft as Clover in their Dreams 

become the Joy of a new borne Foal when May welcomes June and July... 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

such a calming scene you set, Pat .. we don't include ourselves and life styles into the Nature of things a lot of times .. but our homes do share warmth and provide shelter for our feathered friends without our giving it a second thought .. i also enjoy your words pointing toward coming spring and summer .. very pleasant read for me
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene... lovely to read your Review. Just yesterday I saw a Red headed Woodpecker on a Maple Tree in January ... beautiful reverie... now the Rain is preparing Nature for a Celebration of Spring. Thinking of You and wishing you Warm days and Pleasant bights ... blessed by the Stars. softly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

you brings a smile to me face. :)

[Mari' Emeraude]

This was just precious!! I love LOVE LOVE anything that has to do with our fine-feathered friends! Your profile photo lured me in and I'm so glad I found this beautiful piece.

[Ken Simm.]

A nice write Pat. And that is a much misused word these days. And I am an ornithologist so that is another reason for liking this.

[Patricia]

This is wonderful, you create such beautiful imagery with feelings, memories so delicately. Love this.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia... lovely to read your Review. Romance is the scent of Gardenias when Winter Snow begins to dance on sleeping Spring Blossoms. softly, Pat

[John Sullivan]

I was briefly homeless, and a flock of starlings lived outside of the shelter I was staying at. Beautiful animals, though it's my understanding that they are often considered a nuisance akin to urban pigeons. A fine read!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John.... we do identify with our feathered friends... they inspire me and I admire their ability to find Shelter. Wishing you warm days with plenty of Hay where Apples are stored. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

You create such beautiful poems of nature dear Pat. Lovely memories of your grandparents farm here, providing shelter for our avian friends during winter snows. You bring the place back to the living with all its charm, its scent and its peacefulness. A treat to read .

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... I miss my Grandma Minnie... she knew how to store Food for the Winder and Grandpa Dave plowed a Garden... plowed by a Horse with Grandpa Behind... Always plenty of Chickens and Eggs (and Bacon). Grapes in the Summer .. made into Jam. Life can be Charming, gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

I miss my grandparents too Pat. Learned so much from them.

[Betty Hermelee]

Our feathered friends are very wise; they know where to find tier nutrition..... especially when the north wind blows and some white stuff on the ground.....other creature know where to find a bit of warmth in the frigid.....and perhaps a surprise of a newborn foal when the hint of spring rolls around.....so beautiful Pat... only you could paint these words!!!!
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... yes. we are Artists of painting Words. My sister-in-law Priscilla was an Artist with a Brush... there is a Hush whenFlowers appear in May and June. I know that you Betty, are an Artist also. Softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

an artist of abstract expressionism... but not very good,... Warmly, B

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow I love birds and enjoyed this read, thank you for sharing.

[Dave Brown]

They being almost selfishly expected, this is yet another wonderful 'Pat' poem, echoing memories of the past.
Our old barn finally collapsed which had the swallows shift location to beneath the eves of our house.
With it not only being Owl's yearning for spring it becomes almost a parental duty to feed the birds especially at this time of year with snow covering everything
Hope all is well

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... it has been a Winter that passes quietly with frozen chords of Melancholy. We lift our Prayers for the World that travels far to destinations where Hope is the Purpose to prepare for storms along the Way. Amen... Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Your love for all things living surely comes from your darling grandparents, Pat! Your poem is a true tribute to them and -is beautiful. Bless your heart. Love to you and Roger, as ever always.