Poetry Friday - The Day Is Sunny and Warm

The buds have opened
Mid-January, birds bounce
Unseasonal warmth

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The squirrel in his coat
Scavenging seeds from the birds
Will he moult too soon?

The geese flying south
Honks querulous as they pass
Should they reverse course?

They say, on the news
February is bad, cold
Will it be this year?

I do not know the seasons here.
I do not know the changes.
I do not know
About what to worry
Or how much.

Comments

[Songbird]

So lovely, and such good questions, too.

[jo(e)]

I really like the last couple of lines.

[Rana]

Thanks, both of you.

What's funny is that those last two lines are the part that I found myself rethinking (and revising) several times before the final post.

(So I guess it was worth the extra thought!)

[Chris]

Worry? It's sunny
girl you are funny,
turn off the news
it'll give you the blues.

Bounce like the birds
and write happy words,
let geese flying south
put a smile on your mouth.

The world is old
and years unfold,
it'll still turn on
when we're all gone.

p.s. why frogs and ravens?

[Rana]

*grin*

The name just came to me, back nearly three years ago (!) when I first started blogging. It doesn't hurt that I like both animals, but, really, the name just popped into my head, along with the subtitle, without much of any thought on my part.

I guess it was just meant to be. ;)

(Sorry there's no interesting story to go with it -- though I do like the fact that both frogs and ravens feature prominently in a number of myths and legends, particularly Native American ones.)