Winter Bouquet

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I love my commute! To get to work each day, I drive on back roads through small towns and rural landscapes. The light and scenery changes with the time of day, the weather and the season, and I’m constantly surrounded by natural beauty.  Even though I travel this route five days a week, it never bores me.

At this time of year there’s little color in the natural landscape and changes are more subtle. Trees are stark sentinels, tall and bare when not draped in snow. But this week I had one of those wonderful moments–a time when I saw something usual in a new and unexpected way.  Against the backdrop of early morning skies,  I saw some birds gathered and silhouetted at the end of a branch of a tree. The phrase “birds blossomed into a bouquet” popped into my mind. Here’s the resulting poem:

Winter Bouquet

At first light
winter sun lingers
under the horizon.
Barren branches silhouette
against indigo skies.
Birds perch in a feathery cluster,
and a branch is transformed,
blossoming into
a bouquet of crows,
each sleek black head
a burgeoning bud
against the blushing palette
of dawn.

Molly Hogan (c) 2016

This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Linda Baie at her wonderful blog, TeacherDance. Be sure to stop by to enjoy some poetry.

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13 thoughts on “Winter Bouquet

  1. When are your favorite poems going to be book bound? Love this line from the intro – “Trees are stark sentinels, tall and bare when not draped in snow.” We have such lookouts to your south. You rocked the description –
    “Birds perch in a feathery cluster,
    and a branch is transformed,
    blossoming into
    a bouquet of crows,
    each sleek black head
    a burgeoning bud
    against the blushing palette
    of dawn.”

    Again, less is more.

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  2. I love the bouquet of crows against the stark sentinels of trees. This is a beautiful poem.

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  3. lindabaie says:

    Just gorgeous, Molly. I often see groups of crows, but never all on a branch! I usually call them having a “crow party”. Love “Birds perch in a feathery cluster,
    and a branch is transformed,
    blossoming into
    a bouquet of crows,” And I love your description of your commute. Driving out away in the country is a favorite thing to do.

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  4. Amy Warntz says:

    Because of your vivid description, I am right there with you on the commute. What beautiful scenery indeed!

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  5. How wonderful! I spend my commute on a train smooshed into my fellow commuters, but perhaps I will keep your images in my head, to help me daydream myself into a calmer, more inspiring place!

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  6. carwilc says:

    Like several others, I love the idea of a bouquet of crows. Thanks for reminding me to view the grayness of a winter morning through eyes of wonder!

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  7. laurashovan222 says:

    Chiming in late on your post, Molly. I love the image of crows as tree buds.

    Like

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