Seasonal Perspectives


I stand
a moment
in frigid air
and hear a cheery bird chirp near
and think
Why does he play his song?
Does he not see the frosty fronds, the wintry trees, the sleeping ground?

I perch
a moment
midst warming breeze
and see a saddened person sigh
and think
Why would she moan and cry?
Does she not feel the stretching stalks, the budding leaves, the waking sounds?

And both
the bird and human
and go back home
to wonder why
the other must be bound.


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23 thoughts on “Seasonal Perspectives

  1. jenanita01 March 8, 2019 / 1:53 am

    I wonder if they do think of us? They watch us intently sometimes, so I would like to think they do…

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  2. H.R.R. Gorman March 8, 2019 / 4:26 am

    Beautiful poem! The human and both being bound tied this poem with a neat little bow at the end.

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  3. Priscilla Bettis March 8, 2019 / 5:13 am

    Lovely poem. I have a love/hate relationship with winter. It’s so pretty. But it’s so darn COLD.:-)

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    • Chelsea Owens March 8, 2019 / 6:26 am

      ๐Ÿ™‚ I always love winter when it first comes but am done with it by February.


  4. lensdailydiary March 8, 2019 / 7:12 am

    Wow! Chelsea Ann Owens this is a sublime poem. Be yourself. Don’t let outside influences effect your well being. Absolutely loved it.

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    • Chelsea Owens March 8, 2019 / 7:49 am

      Aw, thanks Len!

      Where are your poems? ๐Ÿ™‚ Don’t get too scared to write again; believe me, they get better with writing lots and lots of them.

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  5. Bill March 8, 2019 / 7:23 am

    Love this, Chelsea! So well done!

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  6. Violet Lentz March 8, 2019 / 8:52 am

    I wonder sometimes what life would be like if we really could walk another’s path. Very well done, Chelsea.

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    • Chelsea Owens March 8, 2019 / 9:08 am

      Thank you, J. I think flying the bird’s path would be a neat experience. ๐Ÿ™‚


    • Chelsea Owens March 8, 2019 / 3:25 pm

      Thanks, D. I heard a bird outside yesterday, and he demanded I not leave him out of the poem.

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  7. Lisa Bradshaw March 9, 2019 / 3:42 am

    So nice to start really hearing the chirping birds when winter wanes.. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  8. Doug March 18, 2019 / 9:27 am

    I like your omniscient perspective. Or is it mixed perspective? I forget what the different types of narrators there are. Anyway, I enjoyed it.
        I know what the small birds think because I’ve spoken to them:

    I’ve always wanted to speak
    to the smaller birds, so
    I’ve done a lot of weird whistling

    Sometimes a little birdie cocks her head
    and tries to see if I’m a threat or a bird benevolent,
    but I’m neither a mate nor predator, just
    a conversationalist

    So I whistle something which means
    “give tomatoes to Owls, like Caesar.”

    And she says, “Huh, what? And
    for a Human you don’t look so bad
    even though you have no feathers.
    Why is it that you can’t fly?
    It’s so easy.”

    And I said, “Why is it that
    you can’t speak and write novels.”

    “Well, then,” it said, “have you written one lately?”

    And I said, “Um, no…”

    And it said in a way that I think it meant kindly that
    I was a birdbrain.

    Avian Translation

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    • Chelsea Owens March 18, 2019 / 9:44 am

      ๐Ÿ˜€ I’ll have to try talking to one now.

      Thank you.


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