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.
Imagine the Possibilities 
What an adorable tricube! I love “weather wild.”
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Thanks, Linda!
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Hah, Rose! The cardinal making a call to get the feeder filled gave me a giggle . I think it and my goldfinches and chickadees have the same seed hotline… those babies get LOUD when they’re waiting on me.
Thanks for dipping into tricubes with us!
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That poem is beautiful and perfect for this weather!
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Thanks for visiting, Carol!
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Feeder Frenzy is the perfect title for your poem. The birds and squirrels are daily visitors, and I can see the snow tracks of deer and lots of rabbits. I always worry how they are making out in this “weather wild”.
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I’m so happy you tried a tricube. They are fun to write and this week’s PF is full of wonderful ones. I hope you are finding warmth in this extreme cold. Even down south we’ve had hard freezes. I love watching the cardinals at my feeder.
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I enjoy listening to our birds’ mealtime conversations…It does sound like a party! :) I especially like your race/space rhyme.
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This is truly lovely, Rose. That social cardinal!!
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I am so with you in every part of this post! We have had bird parties at our feeder every day. A squirrel has even tunnelled a small cave in the deep snow that footprints haven’t tromped (ours or the birds and other squirrels) where s/he hides peanuts that we throw down twice a day! It’s quite amusing to see a squirrel head disappear and then pop up for a munch!
Also — Laura’s book! What a marvel! The way she weaves science with poetry is unparalleled!
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Rose, I love the image of the cardinal calling all his buddies to come and get it. :D
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Love “weather wild” — that you reversed the noun/adjective
:)
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Rose, I smiled when I read the title “Feeder Frenzy.” You’ve captured so much in these short lines and stanzas. There is a deer around without much to eat, so it is tromping around in the snow in our yard and slowly eating our bushes and driving our dog crazy. I wish there were a deer feeder to put out!
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Surprisingly, I haven’t seen a lot of deer, but often the feeders are empty in the morning. They must come at night.
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Rose, I love your phrase “party at the feeders” and your “Feeding Frenzy,” especially the, as one of 5 kids growing up, “sharing space/family.” Your birds and beautiful poem are warming me on this freezing cold day!
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Your lovely poem and your birds are warming me up on this freezing cold day! Love, as one of 5 kids growing up, the beautiful “sharing space/family”! Thank you, Rose!
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Rose, the tricube form works so well for your poem. The birds are also appreciative of my efforts at the feeder. I have often wondered how they know so quickly that they’ve been refilled. Now I know it’s the cardinal spreading the word! lol
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I adore the words and feel and SOUND of this poem, Rose. And it so matches the way birds come and go and flit and fly quickly back and forth from a feeder. Mark just put out his BirdBuddy again, so we are getting all kinds of pictures of birds coming to and fro in this wintry week. I wish I could read them your poem. It feels perfect for the form. xo for the week ahead. a.
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Thank you, my friend!
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Yes to “weather wild”–that it is!
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