Just Outside

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Summer and fall
little brown birds
and bees pollinate
the weeping holly
doing their parts for
the trees to bear fruit.

By early December
I have only to open the blinds
to see my Christmas tree
decorated by nature,
my only job is to be thankful.

The advent of spring,
weather still chilled
invites the cedar waxwings
to pick the berries.
Wooshing fluttering wings
surely hundreds altogether
announce the advance
of the berry picking flock.

They fly off just as loudly
to rest on the yonder willow trees
catching their breaths
looking back at the berries,
or maybe at me in my delight and awe.

Soon they take flight again
swarming in for their next wave
until not one berry is left;
in preparation
for the cycle to begin again.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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