There are a few spots in my yard that I’ve let go over the past few months. Mostly because I’ve been busy and I figured that once winter sets in, I can get out there and trim things up.
Yesterday, I was out there with the pups and noticed how a bush and some vines has overtaken one of the concrete bird baths. Something about it caught my eye and I took a photo. Later, I found it required a poem (or two!).
A concrete bird bath
Mother Nature tries to claim
Hidden beneath vines
—–
Lost in the shadows
Waiting for the coming spring
And for feathered friends
The bird bath seems so lonely and forgotten at the moment, but I’ll clear away the growth and clean it up a bit. Come spring, it’ll once again be a hot spot for neighborhood gossip and tips on finding the best feeders in the area.
I know winter hasn’t quite begun, but I’m ready for spring. How about you?
RB
Rustic artifacts make lovely photographic subjects. I’m glad you also discovered its poetry.
Agreed, my friend. I think it sort of breathes new life into something old and forgotten. Thanks!
Just think of the winter haven that overgrown bath will provide! Lovely poems, Richard!
Very true! I’m sure there’ll be some little critters in there…I’ll leave it be until spring, then they’ll have to find new lodgings. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Dawn.
we’re coming into Summer here, so my bird bath is full of ‘feathered friends’… your turn will come! 🙂
Not soon enough! Thanks for stopping by, Linda. 🌹
Always a pleasure 🌼
Once spring comes along, the bird bath will be appreciated. It’s nice to have little nooks to find while tidying.
Very much so, Morag! Thanks for commenting. 🙂
Love the poem Richard and a great image to go along with it. It would be amazing to see the bird batch is full swing with an array of birds using it to catch up.
Thanks so much, Wayne. I’ll have it ready come early spring when the birds begin to migrate back north. Cheers!
Can’t wait to see it in full bloom.
Whoa.
Can’t let spring jump the queue
Fall we’ve barely passed through
Nature has its scheduled time
As casual as anticipating a rhyme
Let the chill winter have its turn
A time when the sun doesn’t burn
A time to hibernate or rest
In a cave or hollow trunk nest
Enjoy the time of reduced light
Relish in the coziness of night
Turn thoughts inward and reflect
To short change winter I object
In due time spring will appear
The excitement of a new year
A warming wind will blow
Encouraging all to grow
Ha! Love the reply, Jasper!
I’m trying to be patient, but I know we have a long road of cold weather ahead. 🥶
Not yet, still enjoying autumn.
I’m glad to hear that, Sheree. I’m sure the weather there is still nice enough for bike rides and strolls about town.
It is indeed and we’ve just spent weekend cycling not far from Manosque.
What a lovely poem! Your imagery brings such vivid life to nature’s small wonders. Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment! 🌺
Thank you!
Hey Richard,
What a lovely point of view! It’s so true how Mother Nature claims everything eventually, even a sturdy concrete bird bath.
I love the poem you wrote about it!
As for the feathered friends… I can almost hear them cuckooing away already!
Please keep it clean for us, O Richard,
We’ll cuckoo away with the weather,
Give you company and nothing to bother,
A fresh bath and every part set up to welcome us.
I’m ready for spring too, even if we still have the deep freeze ahead! That promise of warmth and life returning is a great thing to look forward to.😇🤝🤍
I will do so, Aparna! I like to provide my feathered friends with a spa-like environment! 🙂
Thank you for stopping by!
We are still enjoying a late fall and today will experience our first really cold temperatures. I start looking for Spring the day after Christmas, and in Virginia, we first spy signs in late February (most years). Fine poem.
Oh, it’s getting quite chilly here in North Florida, Pat. Down in the twenties as I write this. Brr….
Thank you for the compliment!
Ahahha, no sorry, I can’t agree. I barely survived summer, so I am not ready for spring quite yet 🤭 though, it is a magical season where things come to live again.
Your post and poem do remind me of the friendly competitions my mum and our neighbour would have during the Autum/winter. They would both set up a beautiful bird house with the most delicious bird snacks and then moniter who would attract the most birds.
Sad to say, the neighbour got all the cute little birds and we got the crows. 😅
I think my childhood can be identified by the sound of crows. As an adult, I lived mainly in coastal towns. So that would be the relaxing screeching of seagulls😅
No wonder my biggest investment had been into a noise reduction headset 🤭
LOL, I thought I might strike a nerve with some folks over my question. 🙂
That’s a great competition! Too bad your mum only got the crows. I have quite a few in my area and when they get to cawing, my chickens head into the coop!
I’m surprised you haven’t drawn a tribute to you crow and seagull friends yet. It would be a good way to show your “appreciation” to them. 🤣
You gotta me more careful 😉
Ohh, good one! You know what post is coming tomorrow 😄 there, I ruined the surprise haha