Sunday 22 January 2012

Sparrows in Winter by Gershon Ben-Avraham

I wonder where sparrows go in winter,
When weather turns, and seeds
Sleep silently beneath the frozen fields.

Sitting here beside my fire, I remember how in
Spring they built their home, in a corner of our own,
Beneath the eaves above our bedroom window.

On quiet summer nights I would lie awake
And strain to hear, through the open window,
Sounds of their lives together.

I asked my neighbor if he knew.
Smiling, he said he had never thought on it,
But told me I should remove their nest.

Climbing the ladder propped against the wall, and seeing
Close their work of sticks, and twigs, and string, with their own
Light grey and white feathers woven in, untouched, I left it.

I imagined them somewhere south, sitting in trees Gulf-side,
With a warm Gulf breeze brushing against their breasts,
Their children singing in the branches near them.

And they, their parents, remembering their
Summer home, hoping to return to the one
Sitting still in the eaves above our bedroom window.

I wonder where sparrows go in winter,
When weather turns, and seeds
Sleep silently beneath the frozen fields.

Gershon Ben-Avraham, PA, USA


Anonymous said...

I don't know either but right about now I'd like to join them. This is a lovely poem.

Ms Sparrow said...

Actually, being a bird transplanted from England, sparrows have no instinct to fly south. They stay and endure the harsh winters by holing up in the shelter of pine forests. I have a pair nesting over my garage in the spring and enjoy watching them.

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Crafty Green Poet said...

Ms Sparrow, there are different species of sparrow, including many native American sparrows, some of which may migrate (I don't know, as I'm not in the US). There's also the phenomenon of local migration, so some species migrate purely within the local area.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Belated bio:

Gershon Ben-Avraham lives with his wife, various children and the family dog in Merion Station, Pennsylvania.

Mark Sargeant said...

I really enjoyed reading this beautiful poem about sparrows - one of the more ubiquitous birds, but still special when observed carefully.

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