This fragile light
filtering through
the early-morning mind
filled as it still is
with night’s dark
shadowy dreams
their dance demonic
or perchance angelic
as light rises and falls
in time to the chest’s
frail tidal change
the ins and outs
of life-giving breath
Bright motes these birds
at the morning feeder
feathered friends
who visit daily
known by their song
their plumage
their ups and downs
as they dazzle and spark
breaking the day open
with their chorus of joy
rogermoorepoet 
Oh my God.i m calling dt bird from wrong name.that’s name is indigo bunting.beautiful name of dt cute bird.
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No problem: you created a beautiful image of a rare (for us) bird with a blue flame!
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*indigo burning
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That’s a nice metaphor in itself! The burning bunting or bunting burning.
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Wonderful bird .!!
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Wonderful indigojj bunting
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What is d name of this bird?dear roger.
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It is an Indigo Bunting. They are rare visitors to New Brunswick and blow in with storms from the south.
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They r not mere visitors but special guests of winter season in brunswick.
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Don’t see them in winter usually. Summer storms.
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Wonderful poem as dt fragile light is singing and dancing.
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Thank you, Aruna. So glad you like it. It does indeed dance.
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Wonderful bird .dear roger.!
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A rare visitor. This was a summer photo, though. Last year, I think.
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a beautiful piece of poetry Roger… keep warm…
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Thank you. We have about 4 more inches of snow down, but it looks as if the sun might come out today. Here’s hoping. Glad you liked the poem … we don’t often see Indigo Buntings … that one blew up from the south in a storm. he’s a ‘rare’ visitor.
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The photo and the poem are wonderful, Roger. But what is this beautiful bird! We don’t get anything blue at our feeders, not even Jays. Sigh.
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It’s an Indigo Bunting and blew into the yard in one of the summer storms a year ago. He is rather smashing! Lots of Blue Jays, here, and Juncos, and Chicadees, and Siskins. We had a yard full of Bohemian Waxwings last week. Five crows visit regularly. There is a family of Mourning Doves. And also a complete collection of woodpeckers: downy, hairy, and pileated .
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Glad you liked the poem. It is another “raw” one, straight off the page. I usually wait before I publish them, but the blog is very demanding …
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Lovely words…sigh…my spring fever is in high gear…Lol
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Lovely and sunny here today and the temperature predicted to rise above freezing … about time too! I remember past springs, and I know the next one will be along, but … brrrr! … I am waiting and hoping.
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