The sky is Nature's billboard,
Changing with the seasons.
Begging us to peer skyward
Offering us endless reasons.
Fall is fading, Winter looms ahead.
The birds are fat from endless feeding.
In fields and trees they hastily fed,
Readying for a southern greeting.
Squads of, black and red, rufous and white
Forming 'V's and lines so long;
Honking and squawking, day and night,
Composing a wondrous season song.
With haste the sky will turn its tune
From glorious sounds and singing wings
To winters snows and howling glume,
Leaving us the cold it brings.
Soon the fading V will be out of sight.
We'll be gazing then at empty skies,
Wishing we could have joined the flight,
When the last flock flies.
A beautiful poem portraying nature so nicely. Congrratsfor the POD.
Nice poem indeed. The concluding lines really lift the spirit of the poem.
Man has learned much. The V formation of the birds, is seen in the aircraft formations of Air Force. A nice poem, congrats.
What a beautiful sight in the sky! Nature is awesome. So is this poem. Congratulations Mick!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wintering birds, moved to better climes While others prepared, for wintertime Nature subdued, now in full retreat The hills and vales, browning in defeat Congratulations on your P. O. D. An insightful write on the beauty of fall.