When Spring was Green and Butterflies fluttered

In the midst of Winter Snow amongst the Cedar Trees 

there were the most beautiful White Breasted 

Bohemian Waxwing Sweethearts...   

They gathered Red Berries for a night of Feather Fights... 

The Moon and Stars were ready for a Shakespearean performance... 

As the curtain went up the Stars sang Hallelujah and the Moon smiled... 

The Wine of Red Berries was intoxicating and feathers fluttered while 

Stars danced like Butterflies sipping the remains of the Wine... 

Begin the Bequine brings back a memory when Spring was Green... 

Reviews

[Neville]

ahh those halcyon days of yore, sublimely captured here for anyone & everyone to find & to savour .. perfectly placed on the back of a pair of Bohemian Waxwings .. I have never seen one in the flesh Pat .. but am familiar with them as a species and can not imagine one without a red berry in its bill or very near ......... well penned my friend

Neville x

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... so many species of Birds... and so little Time. My Father's family emigrated to the United States via the Statue of Liberty... way back before 1940. It may have been Best to have another Statue of Liberty at our Southern Border and handled the Paperwork as done in New York for so many years. Then when they became Citizens... they worked very diligently to make our Country the Greatest Nation. O course the other Countries have their own species of Birds and all they need is Seeds and fresh water to survive when they Migrate and fly to our Country. Why do we try so hard to ReStle our Country... as it went through many Wars and struggles to Survive. Where are the Wise Owls who could tell us a thing or two. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Why do we try to Re-Style (Re-Make) our Country... when we were the Greatest Nation after so many Wars have been fought to abolish Tyranny and protect the Laws that have served us so Well. Amen...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This captures so much beauty, and the longing for spring! I couldn't begin to choose a favorite line!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear “Imagine.”… You are quite the Dreamer to see the Beauty in our feathered friends. Thanks for sharing your Hopes of Spring. Gently, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are so welcome!

[M. J. Smith]

Three days of staring at the white 😤😤😤😤.
Spring feels like a distant memory. Am I ever going to be warm again? Afraid I wouldn't know a waxwing if it pecked me in the nose!
Beautiful words, Ma'am.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear M.J…. This Winter has been quite dreary… dealing with the Pandemic. I subscribe to Birds and Blooms Magazine that has Photos of beautiful Birds that we rarely see depending on where we live. I only know that the inspire me to be more Colorful and Poetic when Rain captures the reflection of Sunshine. Thanks for your Review and “Consider the Lillies of the Field”. Spring will Burst forth with Blossoms. tenderly, Pat

[Gee]

Spring is still but a dream away as winter drags it cold, miserable feet.
This brilliantly descriptive piece lightens the mood though Patricia

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gee... this Winter hs been extra difficult with COVId and confusion... Spring will bring Hope with new birth and Blossoms of Charity. Lovely to read you Review. Be well and stay Safe. gently, Pat

[emmajoy]

There's such a glorious feel to your words, Pat.. think they might be my favourite of your sweet thinking! You've wrapped Nature's gifts around Life's glories and finished with hymn or song or blessing - all together perhaps!

' They gathered Red Berries for a night of Feather Fights...
The Moon and Stars were ready for a Shakespearean performance...
As the curtain went up the Stars sang Hallelujah and the Moon smiled... ;'

Thank you so much for sharing, '. Hugs and luv to both you and Roger.. stay safe. Please. x

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Emma joy… how Charming to read my Words… it is Playful and perhaps true… like playing a Mandolin by a Full Moon with Balsam Fir trees covered with Snow. So lovely to hear from you.. trusting you are well and safe as can be. Roger and I count our Blessings and wear our 🎭 Masks knowing we had both phases of the Vaccine and the Booster. It is safe to be on our Poetry Site. tenderly, Pat

[emmajoy]

Take care, keep smiling at and glorying in the All About, dear lady.

[Einstein Noodle]

delightful read for me ma'am! it's faery tale quality makes me think you must be the author of at least one children's book .. are you?? ;) beautiful thoughts, scene and setting .. i learn so much about your bird friends, many of whom i have never heard .. peace sister!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Brother Gene… your review is delicious on a cold Winter day. Some day I will write a Wee Book about Romantic flutterings for all Ages and dance 💃 to Birds singing “A Nightingale in Berkeley Square. Tra la la … tenderly, Pat x

[Dave Brown]

Bit of a masterpiece and an absolute pleasure to read
I am beginning to wonder if Spring will be our only purely enjoyable season but no matter what season, they will have difficulty being as much of a pleasure as your poetics always are

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave… we have Beauty in every Season; however, Winter is best by a 💜 Hearth all snuggled up… like Pups.. woof woof.. Pat

[Pete]

love the opening line. i don't know how anyone could read this without smiling and feeling warmed. what would the world be without birds. such a sweet write ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pete… I left your review on the Mantle where a little Fairy 💕 loves to
Linger on the parchment of tender words… your review is now dusted with fairy dust and blessed 😇 in a secret place. gently, Pat

[Pete]

remember to dust it often 😇 ... :)

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

This is such a wonderful write, i am in waiting for spring,
beautiful write

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kesch… Spring is sleeping on the Breast of Winter Snow where diamonds glitter on Moonbeams and Dreams of Crocus are tucked beneath the hopes of those who believe. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I love your playful poem Pat; those lovely birds plus the moon and the stars create an amazing performance; their red berries gathered, nourish them during winter months... all were intoxicated by the red wine from the berries... very magical and ethereal this is my dear, love it!
Best, B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty … your review is the color of my true loves eyes… where butterflies are wild and free as playful rendezvous from the Sensual Sun .. gently, Pat