Melted Butter Sun

Low in the early eastern sky,
Sun like melted butter spills.
O’er the fields of sculpted snow,
Each depression, colours, fills.

The rhododendron hugs herself,
Green leaves pointed down and curled,
Waiting for the warmth of spring,
To yawn and stretch and leaf unfurl.

Morning chorus, chickadees sing,
Do little black caps keep them warm?
Sounds of the morning, sights of the season,
Another new day is now born.

© Nancy J. Bond

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17 thoughts on “Melted Butter Sun

  1. Dear Nancy, As always I am entranced by your lovely pictures and these are no exception. I especially like the one of the ‘Black Cap’.

    I have also enjoyed reading your poem which seems to me to fit so well with the photographs. Your rhododendron looks rather forlorn and sadly. I do so hope that it will be all right.

  2. Nancy, your poem is really very beautiful. I love the line about black caps keeping chickadees warm. Whimsical while painting a wonderful word picture. Your accompanying photos are perfect. I hope the rest of your day is as delightful as your Melted Butter Sunrise.
    Marnie

  3. Hi Nancy,
    The little chicadees are so perky…I just love them. Now, when I look at them, I’ll remember your wondering if they are keeping them warm. Balisha

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