FROM MY ROCKING CHAIR

Birds to the feeder

From My Rocking Chair

In jagged twist and turn

That slices air and

Makes my heart yearn

Full winged they land

They hop about

Peanuts they seek

I rock in my chair

With each dip of beak

When they take to flight

They carry my soul

Out of its night

Into the Light

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Related deeply to this poem. Lately, I've taken to watching the sunrise and sunset everyday without fail. I mainly watch the birds set out at dawn and return home at dusk. They cast such a light on the soul, as you so beautifully say here.

[Desert Knave]

Love this. We put out seed each day and get a nice variety of birds visiting. Really brings peace to me when they arrive. ~Jim