Verdin, desert and thorn.
By onemorething
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Poem about the tiny Verdin who nests in thorny thickets, written for Top Tweet Tuesday on Twitter.
The verdin rests upon the branch of a sun's ray,
grasps one hot berry, makes the most of her thicket and thorn,
nest and song in palo verde under a glare that inches
across the long haze of an afternoon,
the deep shade awaited, darkbloom where
the velvet mesquite mothers fish hook and prickle,
then night and the verdin rests upon the bough
of the lone cry of a coyote, and yet, so palled,
I know that in memory, at least, the sky remains blue,
and that when given only thicket and thorn,
that I will still make the most of it.
Image of little verdin from here: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verdin
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blue sky and little birds, a
blue sky and little birds, a potent mix for poetry.
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I've never heard of this
I've never heard of this little bird before. Your poem makes me want to go and read up on the Verdin.
Thank you for sharing Rachel.
Jenny.
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I've never heard of this bird
I've never heard of this bird either.
Your words give an excellent description of it's habitat so I will know to look out for one if ever I am in the right place.
This is an enjoyable and interesting read.
Turlough
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A beautiful poem for a
A beautiful poem for a stunning little bird - i've just followed your wiki link and can see it's North American - it almost makes up for the disappointment of North American robins
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Not heard of this bird.
Not heard of this bird. Gorgeous poem, of course :)
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these bird poems make me
these bird poems make me think of those Elizabethan pendants you would open up, and find miniature jewel bright portraits. As always you have filled my mind with riches
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