The chickadee in the appletree
Talks all the time very gently.
He makes me sleepy.
I rock away to the sea-lights.
Far off I hear him talking
The way smooth bright pebbles
Drop into water . . .
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee . . .

(C) Hilda Conkling
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Hilda Conkling

• Moon Song
• Gift
• Three Loves
• Humming-bird
• Butterfly
• Envoy
• Preface
• The White Cloud
• Hills
• Velvets
• Poems
• Song
• Bluebird
• Poppy
• Water
• Hay-cock
• Thoughts
• Weather
• Morning
• Clouds
• Easter