The finches are courting
outside our window, a warbled
discussion of real estate and love.
Like last year and the year before,
they want to lease the flower wreath
on our front door. It’s always a dilemma:
discourage their rapture or detour
through the garage?
The finches always win. So
for a month we’ll wake to overtures
at dawn – so cheerful, so loud –
show pictures of pin-feathered babies
to friends, recall demands
and pleasures of our own brood,
the bittersweet fledging.
– Sarah Russell
First published by Your Daily Poem
The photo is of their nest last year.
Thought this was apropos since Mr. and Mrs. Finch are back and are quite excited about our new wreath this year. They were both tucked into a niche behind the blossoms, discussing the furnishings when I opened the door this morning. The nest was almost complete this afternoon. Can’t deny true love.
Good evening. This is an amazing poem. It had sweet spots all over it, the family theme and reflections of its young. Nice piece. If you don’t mind I would love to showcase this on my poetry corner. I will reblogged it on my page and hopefully others will follow it back to your page to read more of your works. Again well done.
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Wow! Thank you so much.
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No worries. I really enjoyed your poetry
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Reblogged this on kgbethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone and welcome, welcome, welcome again to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, a marvelous poets has grace the corner, Sarah Russell with a poem called “Nesting.” Please read this and become one with her writing. It will take you to a place , to me where closeness is mandated for real love.
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Thanks so much! I’m honored, KG.
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😊
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Awww, Your words paint such a beautiful picture. It must be nice waking up to them.
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A little early, but I still wake up smiling.
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It must be worth waking up early then!
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“a warbled discussion of real estate and love” – just wonderful.
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Thanks, Robert. The “discussion” with both of them tucked in there yesterday when I opened the door was especially cute. They hadn’t even started building yet, but were so excited about their plans. And they did it all without a realtor!
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Funny how we’ve both recently posted poems – or links to poems – about nests!
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ah, so sweet. so worth using another entrance.
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I think so too, Beth. A summer rental as it were.
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Reblogged this on Stevie's Law and commented:
Another from mr friend Sarah Russell.–a fine poet.
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Thanks, Steve!
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Another beautiful poem 💕💕
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Thanks so much, Janeth.
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Lovely! How wonderful to have them back!
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Thanks, Jan. My husband put a STOP post-it note on the front door so we wouldn’t use it, and we’re making the detour through the garage again this spring. Love the Finch family!
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The things we do for nature! It must be wonderful to have Mr & Mrs Finch and their family lodging once again! Every day I enjoy watching Blue tits popping in and out of their nest in next door’s ivy clad gutter! They are most entertaining!
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your descriptions are so vivid. i can picture them clearly. ❤ beautiful!
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Thank you, Rosema.
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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A lovely poem, the connection of nature and family is radiant.
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Thanks so much. The family is back again this year, and we’re enjoying them.
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