Red breasted robin returned today;
followed by a rattling, rambunctious
red-winged black bird babbling
in tall rushes, tails puffed to seed.
Skies a sapphire shade speak of spring;
while tree buds are tucked tightly away
holding their breath, waiting to reveal
their packages of cashmere blooms.
Well known is early arrival can crush
and destroy a flourishing crop of fruits;
so are a poet’s words scattered across
an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting.
Words gathered in a nest after long,
chilled winter; thoughts, inspirations
and musings ready to sprout forth
blooming songs from the poet’s heart.
Patti Wolf 
I love your analogy to nesting and birds, the changing of the seasons. Waiting waiting waiting…and then, magic. (K)
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Hatching a poem can be difficult 😉
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Yes it can.
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Oh what a brilliant third stanza, so well put, so true!
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Thank you…
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I love this poem, especially your closing stanza….the nest of words, the songs from the poet’s heart. Wonderful.
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Thank you Sherry… I love how some words snuggle nicely in a nest 😉
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I smiled at the title, Patti; it called have been called all sorts of things, but we settled on ‘poem’. I love the way you explore inspiration in nature, and the wonderful sounds you create in the lines:
‘…a rattling, rambunctious
red-winged black bird babbling
in tall rushes, tails puffed to seed’
and the comparison of spring’s arrival with ‘a poet’s words scattered across an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting’.
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Thank Kim… it was a fun write. I was stumped at first where to go with it to fit my style of poetry, but it work!
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Lovely! How deeply one senses poems blooming in the heart after a long wait. Those are the best songs … Thanks for sharing at earthweal – Brendan
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Thanks Brendan, a poem truly starts as a seed 😉
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‘so are a poet’s words scattered across
an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting’
Waiting for spring like the animals in anticipation. I love all of the poetic inspiration provided by the season!
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Thanks Ingrid, I’m such a seasonal poet
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It is hard not to be affected by the changing seasons!
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