Birdhouse poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup.

I'm away from my desk, but happy to buzz in with a quick ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem! Today's art is by Chris Lewallen.

One of my favorite things about our house on the lake is the bird-feeding station. Recently, thanks to Amy Tan's book, we switched to hot shelled sunflower seeds, and that has made a world of difference in terms of keeping the squirrels away! I also love having birdhouses perched everywhere, including the village of birdhouses pictured left. One thing I am working on is adding a birdbath to the yard. The one I have is too deep...so it needs a few rocks for the birds to perch upon....easy peasy! I do love watching birds play in puddles. Thanks so much for reading. And if you need a book-friend for this poem, grab one of my favorites: Every Day Birds by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater. 

Birdhouse

Heaven is a house
with four doors
forever open

inside: straw
feathers
a few eggs

front porch
fat with stars
and fireflies

sometimes silence;
sometimes singing

- Irene Latham