
Haiku At the dawn’s first light birds are already awake and busy working Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku At the dawn’s first light birds are already awake and busy working Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Small birds in hedgerows Building tiny nests called home Keeping their chicks safe Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Early memories that stick in our minds are significant. They stay with us for a reason. Perhaps for us to remember them fondly or maybe they are glimpses of what our future holds for us.
I often have flashbacks from childhood of things I enjoyed doing and to this day I still do. Growing up London I loved going to parks and other green spaces where I could look at trees and lakes. I would collect leaves and grasses and paste them lovingly into a scrap book where I would catalog them along with descriptions.
My other fascination was with birds. Seeing a small red-breasted Robin at Christmas time, especially if it snowed, was thrilling to me. I also remember the excitement of going to Trafalgar Square as a child with my mother. She would buy these little containers of corn from vendors so we could feed the pigeons. The sheer joy of having them land on your shoulders, sometimes your head, and feed directly from your hand was exciting to a child.
Childhood memories Birdwatching and collecting Still close to my heart Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D’Verse and his ass with “Significant Memories”
Haiku A silent morning But for the birds in the trees Not a sound is heard Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Chirping birds awake With a resounding chorus The day has begun Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku As the birds settle In the late afternoon sun The earth becomes still Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Birds fascinate me and I admire them for their strength and resilience. It’s amazing that something that doesn’t weigh much to begin with has the stamina to fly such long distances. A migratory bird, for instance, can fly for miles and miles without stopping.
Macaws can live until they are 75 years old or more and an African Grey can actually have a conversation with you.
The gentle hoot of an Owl, the cooing of Mourning Doves or the cacophony of Sandhill Cranes is like music to my ears, but when it comes to birdsong, I love the beautiful sounds of the Mockingbird. Each day one will perch atop my chimney and sing its heart out. The different sounds he makes are so melodious you just have to stop and smile up at him.
Look at me up here Singing from my little heart Hope you can hear me Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with Birdsong.
Haiku Birds flying southward Escaping the frozen north Find warmth in the sun Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Blue sky dappled white Sun a high and golden ball Silhouetted birds Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved