Nature Poems – Page 7

Warbler Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :

* Calls : : Carl Sandburg : : BECAUSE I have called to youas the flame flamingo calls,or the want of a spotted hawkis called— because in the duskthe warblers shoot the runningwaters of short songs to thehomecoming warblers— becausethe cry here is wing to wingand song to song— I am waiting,waiting with the flameContinue reading “Warbler Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”

Warbler at Howell’s Drive-In : David Bottoms : : Bird Poems : :

“Warbler At Howell’s Drive-In”, A Bird Poem By David Bottoms is About “birding and wandering when The Poet Speaker identifies Warbler Bird with his noted observation : ” A whistle, and a yellow -throat Springing to a branch.” He handles his camera clumsily and “grope”, that is , fumble towards stopping in the empty branchContinue reading “Warbler at Howell’s Drive-In : David Bottoms : : Bird Poems : :”

Bird Shaped Sun – Encounter with A Yellow Warbler : Henry India Holden :

Bird Shaped Sun – Encounter With A Yellow Warbler: Henry India Holden:From The Lark * She appeared on the porch rail parallel to me —a tiny bird-shaped sun. She listed towards me on extended claws.Her primrose wings scissored quick across her back. One dark glossy eye fixed mine.I felt her asking,can you tell me theContinue reading “Bird Shaped Sun – Encounter with A Yellow Warbler : Henry India Holden :”

To The Road : Paul Laurence Dunbar : : Bird Poems : :

To The Road : : By Paul Laurence Dunbar Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning,Who ‘s for the road?Sun-flecked and soft, where the dead leaves are raining,Who ‘s for the road?Knapsack and alpenstock press hand and shoulder,Prick of the brier and roll of the boulder;[Pg 164]This be your lot till the seasonContinue reading “To The Road : Paul Laurence Dunbar : : Bird Poems : :”

The Whimsical Warbler : Geeta Radhakrishna Menon : : Bird Poems : :

Bird 6 – The Whimsical Warbler : : By Geeta Radhakrishna Menon , Mumbai ( India ) : : : : ous Poem The songs of a warblerSometimes sharp, screechy and shrill,At times, long, frilly and trill,Many a time, melodious and entertaining! Warblers may look like a brown sparrow,But they belong to a large familyContinue reading “The Whimsical Warbler : Geeta Radhakrishna Menon : : Bird Poems : :”

Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :

Audubon Warblers : : By Kevin L Cole The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming,Arriving on stillness of a storm,Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud,Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leavedTender-tipped canopies nervously weavingThrough the catkins like franticContinue reading “Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :”

The Progress of Spring : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :

The Progress of Spring : : By Alfred Lord Tennyson ( 1809 – 1892 ) : : : : THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o’er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold That trembles not to kisses of the bee: Come Spring, for nowContinue reading “The Progress of Spring : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :”

On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :

459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell : : By Robert Burns NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all yourContinue reading “On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :”

Thrush Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :

Thrush Poems : : Various Poets : : : : …………: : * My Thrush : : by Mortimer Collins : : ▼All through the sultry hours of June,From morning blithe to golden noon,And till the star of evening climbsThe gray-blue East, a world too soon,There sings a Thrush amid the limes.God’s poet, hid inContinue reading “Thrush Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”

The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :

There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.He’s singing to me! He’s singing to me!And what does he say, little girl, little boy?“Oh, the world’s running over with joy! Don’t you hear? Don’t you see? Hush! Look! In my tree I’m as happy as happy can be!” And the brown thrush keeps singing,Continue reading “The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :”