Poetry Sunday-To The Beat of Their Wings




To The Beat of Their Wings



To the beat of their wings,

a final call.

Farewell to autumn,

as the snow falls.



Formations stretch out,

across the sky.

Hundreds, now thousands,

lift their wings to fly.



Cold, fierce winds

pushing them onward.

Moonbeams, sun’s rays

navigate them forward.



An occasional rest,

then back to the task.

Soon in the warm breezes,

they can bask.



Though the way is now southerly,

all too soon-

They’ll be winging their way back

by the light of the moon.



 © Donna Donabella 2015



This poem came from my observing throngs of birds winging south for the winter.  The geese started their way in October as you can see in the picture at the top of the post.  And ended in early December with the starlings seen in the mosaic below.

The poem also speaks to my journey through the winter season.




December 21st is the Winter Solstice.  In celebration, I am doing my my Seasonal Celebrations round up post at my other blog, Gardens Eye View.   Join me tomorrow to see how others are celebrating the new season.  You can also read an excerpt of my Winter story in the latest issue of RURAL magazine.





I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

wings collage

I am also linking in with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday and with Kara@A Spirit of Simplicity for her Tuesday Afternoon meme.




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I leave you with a few additional words about the wings of the season.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.


All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

71 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-To The Beat of Their Wings”

  1. By the light of the silvery moon…. Yes, you got me singing with this one, Donna. 🙂 You’ve also reminded me that when we were at Kinderdijk last Christmas Day (a tradition we keep each year), we saw several murmurations of swallows flying all around us. It was like a miracle. It was like…CHRISTMAS!

  2. your poem struck me that birds do not need to see at night – borne on north winds and navigating by the pull of the moon.

    What an amazing capture – and what a haven for the comings and goings of birds in your garden.

    p.s. Wishing you a very Happy Christmas Donna and wonder what your word for 2016 will be?!

    1. I have to say truthfully, it was a lucky capture as I really could not see the geese when I was shooting the moon. And you will have to wait for my word on the 31st my friend. 🙂

      Wishing you and yours a very Happy Christmas Laura!

  3. Isn’t nature the best teacher – if only we stopped and listened – as your poetry always does..and helps us to…flight and rest and finding something warmer..a good lesson for all

  4. Such a wonderful observation 😀 I could almost picture the scene!
    Wishing you Merry Christmas and a happy new year 🙂

    Lots of love,

  5. such a beautiful capture in lines and lens…many have arrived in our places too and still coming…wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Donna…

  6. To the beat of their wings – and timed so perfectly. The image and words compliment each other. As we head into the winter months we will feel the darkness and await the light of color to once again splash our senses.

  7. Ah yes Donna, they’ll soon be:

    “They’ll be winging their way back

    by the light of the moon.”

    Sp perfectly and poetically brought to life and a real treat to read _ thank you… With Best Wishes Scott

  8. I love this poem, and your photos are truly wonderful. We had our first snowfall the other night and next morning there were literaly hundreds of small birds in our yard, one of the few in the neighbourhood that has feeders….they were also flocking to the fallen small plums on the ground under the big tree……was wonderful to see so many.

  9. Those migratory birds.. I love to see them coming back even more… now we are just waiting and waiting… a wonderful poem on this…

  10. As a kid It was always fascinating for me watching the geese making their yearly flight and still to this day at that time of year I watch the sky for those V formations. Very picturesque poem.

  11. Hello, Donna I’m back on line… I miss your wonderful art. The one that hit me immediately today was:
    “Though the way is now southerly,
    all too soon-
    They’ll be winging their way back
    by the light of the moon.

    I thought that was awesome (it may be, of course, that it summed up the whole reading)
    Enjoy the Season.

  12. Yes, farewell to autumn. I empathize with that. This has been a long autumn for us…with no snow. I do wonder what winter will bring. I do like to think of them winging their way back….and I look forward to that!

  13. The rhymes on this is like the movment of the wings. Wonderful photos and the words even more so. A few weeks ago my yard was filled with a round of robins on their way south. I knew winter was truly here when a few days later, they lifted their wings and flew away.

  14. Hello, I am enjoying the migrating geese and birds. Your poem is lovely Wishing you a happy journey through the winter season.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family.

  15. So nice to flow with the seasons. I love your poem and as always thoroughly enjoy your creative match of photos.
    Have a very Merry Christmas Donna.

  16. Special words and lovely photos Donna. Makes me wonder what will happen this winter as we still have flocks of Canada geese that haven’t migrated. There’s still robins around too but I’ve seen them tough out the cold before.

  17. Officially we’re in winter… Your lyrics are amazing, like always!
    “They’ll be winging their way back
    by the light of the moon.”
    Happy Winter Time!

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