Meadowlarks flight of fancy

In the Winter of my life... I miss the lazy whistles 

of the Meadowlark in the Summer heat of youth... 

when the coolness of the shade gave way to love  

laying in the flower beds among the buttercups... 

Now the snowflakes tease the Cardinals and Bluejays 

when North Winds blow across the plains and fields 

of sacred moments spent in rows of Wheat and Corn 

where fruited plains of apples and peaches ripened in 

groves before the the Autumn colors painted dreams 

gave way to Winter lullabies and cries of Sparrows 

left to find a warm path to the islands in the Sun... 

We accept that our Hope of Spring is like a solemn 

prayer of stained glass windows where the Light 

shines through... the colors of our Soul... Amen 

     

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Pat, you cover the seasons like a plein air painting, with colors washing over a canvass of wheat and corm, apples and peaches, such vivid images come to me as if I am there with you sharing all these memories. You must be a birder, because you know the names of so many, and their sounds as well.
Love this poem...an ode to the seasons. Best, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... a warm and lovely review... I appreciate so much. I have always loved birds, and now I can see many of them on the railing of our Deck outside the Kitchen window. A year ago, there was actually an Owl sitting there... looking straight at me. We have lots of bright Red Cardinals all year long (the females are a brownish grey with a hint of red. I discovered the meaning of "plain air painting)
(thanks to you) and learned that Claude Monet's paintings were Outdoors which would be plain air paintings. So much to learn and so little time. Birds and Blooms Magazine is worth subscribing to. So many colored photos and Articles. Thank you again... now I will go to sleep... peaceably. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

correction: plein air painting... I googled that... Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

What a colorful and detailed thank you I got upon awakening...this morning...I wish my images were as vivid as yours!
Stay safe and warm
Best always, B

[Chris Shaw]

Spring seems so far off as winter sets in and starts to bite. That:s when we have to take extra special care of our avian friends who visit our gardens and bring us a little joy. Our own winter days can be hard too and that is why the season of rebirth is eagerly looked forward to. My bulbs are buried and resting. In January, they will start to peep through and Feb and March will bring uifting colour. You write so poetically dear Pat. Always a gift is your poetry.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... 💕 lovely to share your thoughts of Spring. Our Bulbs are resting also. The Snow will be falling and Bluebirds composing the songs for Spring and Summer when the Swallows come back from Capistrano ... with love and Merry Wishes for a Christmas with a Yuletide Log. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely your thoughts are Pat. From my home to yours, sending you all good greetings for the season and hopefully a much happier 2021.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Chris... when I googled Swallows of Capistrano, I discovered there are not as many as before and they explained why. I sigh... 💕 Pat

[Chris Shaw]

It is always a pity to discover the decline in numbers of our avian friends. That is sad.

[Einstein Noodle]

reading your poetry is always such a wondrous dreaming .. your weaves of birds and the seasons in this one particularly set me ol' heart to wings and dreaming .. and i absolutely love those last 3 closing lines .. so glad that we know one another ... right here at the Cafe' ;))))))
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... so 💕 lovely to read your words. I trust you have a Yuletide Log to warm your toes an think of those who are close to your ♥️ heart. I appreciate your charming review. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

The blending of nature, days long spent, that need-full prayer for more, is so elegant and complete. On those rare winter days that are warm and sunny, it must be from this simple plea.

PS I love it. Anytime I can spend a moment with you amongst nature is splendid.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie.. you have composed an orchestrated rhapsody of Winters laughter when the Light of Heavens Door shines brighter than before. Your elegant review has gathered Roses for the Winter melodies.
tenderly, Pat