Friday, September 12, 2008



Someone posted this little bird
And before I'd even read a word
I was drawn to these gentle hues;
Maybe not ones Gauguin would choose
But 'I like the colours'. Yes, she said it.
It hadn't loaded when I read it.
As the picture moved on down
I was surprised to see just brown!
I had expected something bright,
Some yellow, red or green delight,
Something to flash and flare and flurry,
Something to grab me in a hurry.
Something to jangle and distract,
Something vivid, action-packed.
She mentioned 'colour', I thought 'paint',
Something wild, without restraint.
Then, when I saw this little fellow,
With his feathers mild and mellow,
With that gentle, autumn brown,
With that snowy touch of down,
I thought 'subtle' and I could see
I 'liked his colours', as did she.


Mari Meehan said...

Beautiful I reminds me of the birds we have here on the prairie. The are all earth toned. Not at all like the colorful ones I knew on the East Coast.

But they are my birds now; they share the traits, the antics, the songs, the vigor of life and I love them all.

A lesson learned - one can't judge even a bird by the color of it's feathers!

Kat said...

Sometimes in an array of dazzling colors.... we forget the beauty in the subtle ones..!!

A nice poem to remind us that. Thank you.

gautami tripathy said...

I like this. At times, colour do overshadow the simple ones.

dad, will you walk one more time with me?

SandyCarlson said...

There is welcome in these subtle colors. Beautiful.

Tumblewords: said...

Soothing colors and very pleasant! Nicely written...

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed the autumn brown of the little fellow
the rhyme was indeed soft and mellow.