Red Bird

bleak and sterile in white and evergreen

almost colorless, bitter season of cold

except a sparse berry or cardinal seen

in flight or alight, red feathers appear bold

 

perched high atop trees or electric wire

round feeders or aflutter, glimpses of joy

year round male birds wear cheerful attire

brown females contrast a scarlet red boy

 

herald of spring with sweet echoing song

demanding attention of every ear and eye

scan treetops quickly, it wont perch for long

even the downhearted are beckoned on high

 

singing to awake all round it with glee

exciting to admire for a moment or two

remarking how pretty one bird can be

times we notice beauty are often too few

 

Reviews

[Livana Lowell]

Since you have been so kind to review my poem, I shall review one of yours. Beautiful piece.

The lines melt together with beauty to the final line, to the beautiful message that is very true as Arthur Lynx has put it.

I love the last few lines the best. It's really well put together and I really enjoy reading it.

Wonderful job:).

[Desert Dreamer]

We should notice beauty such as this more often.

[Tina Kline]

Nice rhyming. Excellent poem. Your words create a very nice image of what your writing about as I read your poem.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I love cardinals, just saw one the other day the tree in my back yard. A beautifully written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

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A smooth poem with a clear message - the color of life, that is always with us, but only we are the ones who should try to notice this beauty.
Thank you very much!