Thursday, April 2, 2015

Each May--By Eleanor Michael--United States

Each May

I hear a loud chirp -
a call - not a song.
The Oriole, on a nearby twig
tells me, “I’m home.”

All summer long, orange
flashes in the trees
show me a busy bird.
I hear a happy song.

Fall comes, he flies away.
Only when spring returns
will I hear his call.
I’m home, I’m home again.”

Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.

8 comments:

  1. Enjoyed your poem, Eleanor! Returning home in spring brings forth a nice warm feeling. All the best. // paul

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  2. signs of spring... nice poem, Eleanor.

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  3. This poem is a perfect "welcome spring" poem, focusing on the birds chirping and the beautiful sounds orchestra in the spring of nature. Very enjoyable read, Eleanor. So glad you are a part of this Whispers adventure! Sheri

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  4. I love cardinals. We had them in in Ohio, but now in Arizona--no cardinals. Thank you for this imagery of my old backyard in spring.

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  5. Very nice and peaceful, Eleanor. Very nice write. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  6. Dear Eleanor,

    Congratulations on all the lovely comments on your delightful poem! Your writing has such an honesty that readers always relate to. Thank you so much for your ongoing support. It is a joy to publish your words.

    Blessings,
    Karen

    To Everyone that was so kind to take time to comment on Eleanor's poem. I will send your comments to her. Thank you so much.

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