Snow slants in wind, gloom all day, tonight, tomorrow— Out of murk—lark song https://cdn.audubon.org/cdn/farfuture/hf8Ia05D99GW1Fs4LlvuJmjrOkJGMziebr14clBDqc0/mtime:1416244689/sites/default/files/WESMEA_1.songnum1_NDle_1.mp3?uuid=5c9dfb194d507 In response to the Rattag Community daily prompt word Spring. Thanks to Audubon.org for recording of Western Meadow Lark
There is silence greater than waiting for chickadee-dee-dee in winter-ruined thickets Posted in response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt tune
Gold flash in catkins— chittering song somewhere there— Ahhh! flittering finch!
"I am certain that the Lord, who notes the fall of a sparrow. . . ." Thomas S. Monson No ill more nauseous than still white quiet in the catkin willow grove. Noise
The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming, Arriving on stillness of a storm, Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud, Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leaved Tender-tipped canopies nervously weaving Through the catkins like frantic prophets Bearing… So … Continue reading Audubon Warblers by Kevin Cole — American Life in Poetry