Friday, December 3, 2010

Sing With Me

Sing with me, sweet bird of summer,
warm winds for the icy grass;

call with me, canicule dreamer,
noses from their earthen homes;

sing with me, hope in feathers,
slitherers to the sun scorched rocks;

call with me, canorous spirit,
blooms aloft from seeds and pods;

sing with me the scent of summer,
sing with me the dreams of sun,

call with me,  persistent warbler;
sing our song till winter's  done.


  1. Sing on all. If the Sirens can get the sailors to run their ships onto the rocks I have every expectation your chorus can force the coming winter to do the same.

  2. Karen, I'm not really a fan of rhyming poems but this one does it for me. The rhythm is brilliant and the rhyme words are not the 'usual suspects'!!

  3. I like all the names you call the bird ("canicule dreamer" and "persistent warbler" are my favorites - beautiful language). The poem has a strong gentle rhythm to it too. Thanks for sharing (and that photo - the bird looks brave and enduring, one who'll sing all winter).

  4. beautiful verse & photograph. i'm sure he'll sing for you all winter with such wonderful words. hope all is well.

  5. Karen, that is simply magical. Beautiful verse, and I will try and hold onto that song. Hope in feathers.

  6. Thanks, Karen for the new words, canicule from canis, Latin for dog and canorous out of Latin canere for to sing, and related to chant. Can* and chan*

    Dog Dreams In Winter

    Canicule dreamer
    of the hot days, the dog days
    dreams of canorous
    moments, dogs and birds
    and the lazy river run,
    the noonday still life
    except for birdsong,
    occasional far birdsong
    piercing snow's bound dream.

  7. This is cute...
    elegant and delightful read.
    well done.

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  9. TWM - Thanks for the vote of confidence. We'll surely try!

    Gordon - Thanks! I try not to rhyme, but they have a way of sneaking in on me.

    HKatz - Welcome, and thank you!

    Naquillity - Thanks for your kind words and faithul reading.

    Titus - Of course, "hope in feathers" is an Emily reference. I hope she doesn't mind having a poor poet purloin her poesy!

    Christopher - What a wonderful poem! I love that a couple of words of mine inspired you to that!

    Jingle Poetry - Welcome! Thanks for the invitation, and I'm sorry I couldn't make the party this time. Maybe next week?

    Olivia - Greetings, and thanks for the invitation. It's a crazy time of year, and my blogging time is limited, but I'll try to stop by Jingle Poetry. Hopefully, others will see your comment and visit as well.

  10. A bright remembrance in the low light.

    I've wondered if the puffed-up birds really feel warmer for doing so in the winter.

  11. Hi, Karen. This one really speaks to me, because I'm a summer person. It feels like a song, and the longing for warmth that is in me right now. As always, the music of your lines is so lovely, even in the wistful voice. The images are all very powerful, as are your turning phrases. I love "hope in feathers." Yes! Beautiful work:)

  12. Gorgeous image, fab' poem. A double knockout.

  13. Jason - I love those puffed up birds. They remind me of us in our padded coats. Or we, in our padded coats, remind me of them...

    Julie - I'm a summer gal, too, and I freeze all over in winter. Thank you for coming by and commenting on this cold, cold day.

    Dave - Thank you, sir!

  14. lovely photo, Dark-eyed Junco I believe. I really loved this piece, thanks :-)

  15. I feel as if I could get warm if I could only cuddle under those sweet feathers... Your poem did that for me... now I can wait till winter's done...