Robert Ronnow

Black-Capped Chickadees - Poem by Robert Ronnow

Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.

Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped in platoons, sharing the point.

The tribes travel together
first finches, then chickadees
following the squirrels every morning.

What luxury, abundance! Handful after handful
of grass seed thrown, into wind.
The corn ripe and the rye with it.

The other main families: pines, roses, peas,
lilies, daisies, heath, birch and oak.
Maple, honeysuckle, pink, mustard, cypress, mint, olive,
      buckwheat, primrose, willow, buttercup, saxifrage,
      snapdragon, cactus.

Truth may be ascertained by considering
the truth we feel, the truth we're told,
the truth we reason, and the truth we've seen.

It is so good to be a chickadee.
To tell the truth cheerfully and joyfully.
In a way that makes others want to live.

Topic(s) of this poem: birds, feel, good, grass , hands, reason, seeing, trees, truth, wind

Comments about Black-Capped Chickadees by Robert Ronnow

  • Pamela Sinicrope (6/13/2017 8:32:00 AM)

    Lots of things not done, but time observing the wonder of nature is essential for a good life and feeling good. The first line reveals truth to me. As you write their are many lenses through which to view the truth. And the ones available in nature through the chickadee, are a good choice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015

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