The Yellow-Rumped Warbler

    Photo by Margaret Bednar

At the window feeder

in softly falling snow,

underneath the cedar,

amid the birds there clustered

sits one with marks of mustard.

How can you spot ‘em?

By his yellow bottom.

Over at the Imaginary Garden Margaret asked us to "play it again" by choosing a previous writing prompt.  I chose the Rhyme Royal form prompt.  Rhyme Royal is rhymed poetry with the following pattern:  a-b-a-b-b-c-c.  I"ve taken some liberties with line length - just part of my light-hearted approach to the lovely picture.

Shhh...

   

I wrap my secrets

around you

like a fur stole,

clasped at the throat

with a promise.

A few words for Tess at Magpie Tales and all the Toads in the Imaginary Garden.

Walking Back

     Photo by Mary Bach

Snow steps carry me home,

not just the mile or two back to my house,

but all the way home

back to where Grandma waited

with warm hugs and hot chocolate,

back to the little, stone house

on the edge of town

surrounded by fields of corn,

back to my climbing tree

that reached across

the path toward the hen house,

back to my childhood.

This is for dVerse where Marina Sofia asked us to write about some aspect of the snowy weather.

Travels

    Photo by Mary Bach

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon;

rise, stretch, repeat.

Along the way

I spend the days

seeing

listening

breathing in

landscapes, seascapes, cityscapes

many-layered, dark and light.

Then pause

to taste, touch,

sift and filter

ten thousand revelations.

I journey with the sun

and rest in the moon,

stretch, sleep, repeat.

This is for Kerry in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  They are carrying on the fine 55 word tradition of Galen Hayes in asking for a fifty-five word response.