Poetry Friday: Advice from Chickadee

It’s Poetry Friday! Margaret has the roundup today at Reflections on the Teche where she treats us to three beautiful poems. Chickadees have been on her mind as well.

I’ve always been curious about the staying birds in winter. Cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, and others continue to gather at the feeder when the weather turns cold, but how do they stay warm? In my research for a picture book idea, I discovered that many of the birds’ strategies are similar to what we humans do when we want to stay warm. Birds huddle close, fluff their feathers to trap air like we do inside our winter coats, eat more, and hunker down. So, when the prompt this week from my poetry group, the Nevermores, was to write a poem of advice, I chose the chickadee to offer some insight on how to stay warm. Did you know chickadees have very good memories? In the fall they cache thousands of seeds and insects, then remember where each one is!

Stay Warm! Advice from Chickadee

When chilly winter winds blow through,
here’s what you can do:
Don a coat with fluffy down,
zip it to the top!
Trap air inside,
warm it up,
keep it close to you.
Find a friend (or two or three)
and build a blanket fort, or
cuddle on a chair or couch
and share some silly jokes.
Pilfer from your stash of snacks,
hunker down and then…
remember spring will bring the warm
you might be dreaming of.

I also wanted to give a shoutout to those who sent me New Year’s greetings that arrived after I posted a few weeks ago. Thanks Margaret, Diane, Tricia, Buffy, Jone, and Marcie for your lovely cards, poems, and wishes.

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Poetry Friday: Waiting for You

Welcome to Poetry Friday!

Susan Thomsen has the roundup today at Chicken Spaghetti where she shares a poem that begins with the last line of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” – “I stop somewhere waiting for you.” Last week she invited poets to join her in writing a poem that also borrows this line from Whitman as a jumping off point.

Off Leash

I stop somewhere waiting for you,
then race ahead
on the well-worn path
each new scent     sound     surprise
a delight

I wander     stop
wait
wander        listen
wait
until…

I feel it see it know it –
home!

I’ll be waiting for you.
Draft, 2026RoseCappelli

Photo by Laura Roberts on Unsplash

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Poetry Friday: Celebrating the Lunar New Year

It’s Poetry Friday and today I’m celebrating the Chinese/Lunar New Year.

This year I participated in Poetry Friday friend Jone Rush MacCulloch’s New Year post card exchange. Thank you to all who sent me post cards. I loved the variety of form, the nod to nature, and the well wishes, optimism, and hope. This morning, after reading through all your lovely words once again, I decided to honor you with a cento of my favorite lines. I also included one from my own “The Year of the Fire Horse.” (For context, 1966 was the last year of the Fire Horse.)

The Year of the Fire Horse

In 1966, the fire horse 
galloped to the stars
to explore the moon.

It was a time
of bold moves
and brave choices.

It’s what the world needs now.
Draft, RoseCappelli2026

With thanks to Mary Lee, Mona, Denise, Gail, Tracey, Patricia, and Molly. The words in italics are the borrowed lines.

A Cento for 2026

In a year of
hopeful optimism,
where mountain becomes mirror,
may we celebrate
with petal confetti,
and fully rejoice in
the truth of a new dawn.

May we
give it all we’ve got
to find
peace.

It’s what the world needs now.
Draft, 2026RoseCappelli

The talented Robyn Hood Black has the roundup today at Life on the Deckle Edge. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness and a peek at one of her newly created journals.

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Poetry Friday: Winter Chill

It’s Poetry Friday!

We’re in the depths of a winter chill here in the northeast. The snow from last week’s storm is hanging around and I’m still thinking about the birds staying warm, finding food. The party at the feeders after I fill them with seed lets me know my friends are hungry. I like to think they are appreciative, too.

Thanks to Margaret and Mary Lee for their great examples of tricubes (3 stanzas, 3 lines each, 3 beats per line) on this week’s This Photo Wants to be a Poem. They inspired me to try one, too.

Feeder Frenzy

winter wind
weather wild
buried seed

cardinal
makes the call
feeder’s full

more race in
sharing space
family
Draft, 2026RoseCappelli

A cozy afternoon of bird watching is also a great time to warm up by the fire and share Laura Purdie Salas’ Flurry, Float, and Fly. Laura expertly captures the joy of a snow day while giving readers a poetic peek into the science behind a snowflake. It’s sure to be a favorite with kids and grownups alike.

Amy has the roundup today at The Poem Farm where she shares her thinking with another poetry form, the triolet. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.

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Poetry Friday: Preparing for the Storm

It’s Poetry Friday!

Tabatha has the round-up today at The Opposite of Indifference. Be sure to stop by for a beautiful poem by Denise Levertov, “Concurrence.” I encourage you also to explore the meditations for this poem in the link Tabatha offers.

Here in the northeast we are preparing for the biggest winter storm we’ve had in a few years. When cold weather hits, I often think about the birds staying sheltered and warm. Turns out they are much like us.

Ready for Winter

I’m toasty in layers of sweaters and jackets;
my bird friends are fluffing fine feathers of down.

When fingers are freezing we put them in pockets
like bird beaks and feet tucked tight in a crouch.

A bunch of us crowd into forts made of snow;
birds huddle and cuddle on evergreen boughs.

I know the best places for sledding and skating;
birds recall spaces that house a seed stash.

We’re ready for winter, my bird friends and I –
the snowsqualls, the deep freeze, the thrill of the chill.
Draft, 2026RoseCappelli

I am especially thinking today of my poetry friends in the Minneapolis area. May you find shelter in the storm. Be safe.

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