This poem captured my attention from beginning to end, vivid and peaceful, … I hope you write a collection a book of wetland poems if you haven’t already ✨
I love this Dawn. It was easy visualizing sitting next to you and watching the birds with you. I know the nature reserve well. The sounds of pampas grass swaying in the breeze alongside the road are the backdrop.
Yes, we live right next to it. When my Beagle Annabelle used to escape, she made a beeline to the swamp. I've spent too much time there not to write about it.
This is gorgeous Dawn. I didn't know you were a poet in addition to being a memoirist! Congratulations on the publication.
The ending amplifies the beauty of the whole poem. I sometimes have much trouble finding my poetic endings.
I’ll think of “ass-heavy” every time I see a flock now 😄 This was lovely!
I'm no Mary Oliver, but I do like my flying critters.
I love winged things too
This poem captured my attention from beginning to end, vivid and peaceful, … I hope you write a collection a book of wetland poems if you haven’t already ✨
I'm working on a collection of poems. They're not all about wetlands, but this one will likely be part of the collection.
I look forward to reading your work. 😊
I love this Dawn. It was easy visualizing sitting next to you and watching the birds with you. I know the nature reserve well. The sounds of pampas grass swaying in the breeze alongside the road are the backdrop.
Yes, we live right next to it. When my Beagle Annabelle used to escape, she made a beeline to the swamp. I've spent too much time there not to write about it.