The noisy birds
Hide in gauzy layers
Of morning mist
Chatter among themselves
Like gossiping neighbors
Heady with the prospect
Of coming rain
The pattering down
Sound
Of dry soil
Made thick
Muddy
Fertile
The sudden softening
Of hard winter twigs
Finally able to
Bend and give
At last rounded and formed
By wet clay and water
A feathered woven bowl
Chirping and squirming
With new life
Johanna Ely is Benicia’s poet laureate.
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Sweet thoughtful poem….thank you..
I always love hearing birds chatter among themselves .including the crows when I feed them in the morning and they call their buddies for breakfast…my house has two birds nests now & there’ are twigs and nesting material on the path every morning..thank you for your pole
Nancy, thank you, I, also, enjoy the birds. I’ve counted 16 different species in our yards over the years.