BEAUTIFUL BIRD

Beautiful bird came to me this morning ,sat staring down it's beak giving me the eye so to speak

Startled I just stayed still ,amused for the moment at my new feathery friends free will

We both looked bored finally it blinked ,winking back was my answer to show I was not weak

Duller colors told me it was a her ,she stepped back, still staring showing no fear

Chirped like I knew her language ,she cackled like she was laughing ,feeling this  bird has some odd mystique ?

Prancing she fluttered and began dancing, keeping step to my tweet,kind of classy like she was at an opening premiere

I smiled and chuckled she stopped and seemed ruffled ,who was I too break up her swagger, some sort of freak

Slightly aghast I leaned back, she was sure making herself known fast, kind of brassy not too austere

Not wanting to be outdone I started to boogie and have some fun,wouldn't want some old bird to think I was a geek

Conversing with a bird may seem absurd but always a lesson to be learned another new rule to appear

We had said our hellos time to clack our goodbyes maybe to meet again if she wants too show me some new technique . R.C.

TRAGIC MAGIC

Waiting in the same lines each on their own to be picked liked fruit from a vine

Many variables hang over  head, moving along  multitudes never noticing the future dread

Keep our acquired strengths or spread them out, not retaining  too much makes it easier too define

Left facing a wall no one to hear an echoing call,our own voices will be what nurtures

Dreadful day has now come into play,   forging into a positive future we will not let it malign

Misery easily finds company, while refusing the added weight makes us lighter as we mature

Lifes lessons learned  from the trenches ,either keep us in them or guide us to shine

Rainbows formed from darkest clouds emerged so proud,color and brightness to help us reassure

Perfect haven still looked upon by a raven,waiting for the moment we miss the beauty of life and resign

So from travesty we can often find majesty,finding the building blocks that become our teacher.R.C.

WEATHER IT OUT

Wishing for a subtle change, fine with something simple well within radars range

Layers of rays enlighten us,sometimes  becoming too overheated,cool down with blankets of snow

Storms blowing through the mind often unkind ,taking sanctuary until the climate has changed

Icey hearts frozen in place start to surrender if warm winds can enter the soul

Thunderheads in the distance, soon seem to roll down my body, again left assailed

Unforeseen forecast can be worse than the storm, left exposed when seeking shelter should have been the goal

Survival has no rival spend it all and still face an end,great whirlpools still seem to fade

Experience provides umbrellas ,exercises against an upwelling  providing protection from a gall

Starting was easy, rolling along constantly renewed by the rain,caught in a drift ,waters becoming colder harder to escape

Once so bright accepting all light,now often foggy,groggy  taking longer to restore

Life is a whirlwind cascading around us,feelings on the forefront  with unknown forecasts, at Peace through our constant updates. R.C.

SOUNDS SPRINGY

Popping of tulips ,daffodils dancing, so many things waiting to be green

Rustle of branches or bushes caught in the hustle,warming winds grow louder

Ice cracking, snow mashing, unfolding the last of winters rigid freeze

Silence broken with voices of mens machinery needed to keep it all  pristine

Mower growling,tiller rattling, street sweepers swooshing, necessary noises for the devotees

Howling of hail is mother nature's scowl, Lightning in flashes & crashes,thunder belches to undo the serene

Finally familiar slamming of screen doors brings noisy neighbors  out like escapees

Poets & singers seem to unite on the bounty of springs delight,Popular muse for them to ignite ,coming  together in a green scene  

Migrations have begun, early bird has more fun,doing their best to build a  nest soon their new families tweets will fill the trees

When the air warms brings the restless out in swarms, whooping it up as they play or buzzing for their new queen

The proud sounds of birds making their rounds,flying surrounded by chirps or cackles once again as she offers her new delight we are appointed as trustees .R.C.

LOST THOUGHTS

Started out alright but as it formed failed to make a connection losing all perception

Thought  formed so quickly, easily, then just as simple floated away

Felt so great ready to celebrate then slips away as pen is put to pad,trying to recall its inception

Playing through phrases, floundering about just dallying with words of the day

Short term loss  becomes normal ,but failing of the inner soul brings on another dimension

Lifetimes of grasping for answers slowly slips away,holding on becomes futile much to our dismay

Wit like a razor brought down to flat dull and rusted,past time to rethink prevention

Sifting through remnants is always distorted will the whole story be reported,viewing past in a disarray  

Wait what if it is happening and we just don't know,abandoned functions will not know they needed correction

Daily ritual takes it's toll but life passes on ,we make the way whether it is for today,tomorrow or yesterday .R.C.

FEELING A SUNRISE

Beauty came to my ears as she sang about the hours before the dawn

Blinded by the darkness awaiting our fate ,her supreme light to make us bright

Harshness of the frost  numbing,  waiting  for the strength to be shown

Thirsty needing quenched, life to be restored with the new light

Sunset succumbed into the dark ,reflections in the twilight are being drawn

Fluttering of their wings, hackles of the grackles raised,their chirps will soon bring new delight

Making of a day with pitch black in the way,patience in place, brightness soon to make all strong

Each cycle leaves a separate passion on the planet,with the  warmth all living things have come to rely

Wasting away longing  for luminescence,smiling all the while knowing the new brilliance will leave me warm

Broken twilight,misty moonglow love the lingering and feeling the flow but the overwhelming genesis, her rise will bring strength in large supply. R.C.

My “Daffies” and Bluebells are budding now.
Maybe my Crocuses too.
Roll on Summer is what I say,
Clichéd though that may be.

No more dark dreary “days”,
With biting icy winds.
No more freezing fog
Or fretful snow.

Let’s have glorious sunshine
Bathing all our land.
Ice cream and holidays,
Leisure and luxurious slumbers.

Those Daffodils will be history by “Flaming June”
And with that “roll” will come the “rock”
Of sugar seaside sticks
With dancing music.

Oh to bring back Rock and Roll,
So we can do it again
Down on the beach
Where children ride on donkeys
While dogs frolic on the sands.
To play football again,
Jumpers for goal posts
On lush green grass.

Sunny summer.
Bring it on.

Paul Butters

© PB 9\2\2018.