dawn
her cheeks blushing
as the sky reflects her beauty
stretching
old oaks mutter
dreaming april dreams
warm winters day
scent of damp, leaf mold
and earthworms-
the january thaw
from the gray morning cove
mists rise
on heron wings
with warm wings and song
clouds of small sparrows
rise
shivering
the bare boned willows
fill their branches
with sparrows
pale moon
slips into the light
of the morning sky
thecourseofourseasons 
I love the glimpses of nature.. wonderful.. (how did I miss this one?)
Exquisite! Thanks for visiting; I’ve been on a bit of a sabbatical writing “a borrowing of bones” but back to blogging with a lot of wonderful sites to catch up on. Hope you enjoy a walk through my village, I’ll be posting the poems through the first week of February.
These are beautiful separately and of course together. I like the stretching old oaks muttering–something very ancient and Druid-like about that. Thank you.
won’t be smell earthworms until April… nice photo
Beautiful captures, all! Particularly fond of 2, 3 and this, #4:
“from the gray morning cove
mists rise
on heron wings”
Breathtaking and well done!
Very evocative series of ten-words. I too like that with heron and mist. I am afraid though that January thaw could well be followed by February snow.
You create a beautiful, peaceful atmosphere.
I adore all of these – so many wonderful birds in it. Love the sparrows in the willow and, especially, the mist rising on heron wings. Fantastic!!!!!
I love how you notice what’s happening around you and record it so well.
Nancy
Just beautiful, Kathleen. You really wrote a nice series….each one a unique creative snapshot.
Hi, sorry Kathleen, will you edit the name in my comment … My only excuse is its been a long day! Jane
No problem, Jane – I know how that happens! Thanks as always for your kind words – hope you have a lovely weekend. K
….ah, I have to say the heron is my fave of these..
Hi Kathleen. My favourite is ‘shivering’ … Ironic that the tremble should set the birds flying, but instead they gather to provide warmth …. Jane
Spring will stab into the heart of winter, transforming ice to clover; oh yes, your ten Word poems are exsquite; really rocked the prompt; made my backyard have a sun break. Like the lines
/from the gray morning cove/mists rise/on heron wings/.
Very nice. Enjoyed your seasonal depictions!
Oh I adore the mist stretching on Heron’s wings.
ugh, this is amazing…. dawn as blushing cheeks is brilliant metaphor…
Oh, these are just beautiful. I told someone else I’m a nature addict and these just sing to me. The heron and the sparrows especially.
beautiful nature snapshots each of them… my fav are the stretching old oaks…what a cool image
very cool personification in the opening…blushing at it choosing her to reflect maybe….
I love the scent of earth too so the one on the thaw….really like…
ah…this give me hope of Spring. Thank you!