Locust spins and sings its heart out
before the wagtail takes its share.
The squirrel climbs fast down a tree
stops and sniffs a baby rabbit
nibbling tender twigs without care.
A family of crows, father perched
on a pine branch vigilantly watches
as the mother feeds the chicks.
Not to be outdone, finch takes over
for some birds are poets. And this
a seasonal rhythm in my garden.
For the Midweek Motif, Garden, at Poets United.
note: These are images from my backyard. Now that it’s summer, I enjoy sitting on the balcony while sipping my morning coffee. I’ve been following with keen interest a family of crows parked right under my window.
Listening to the rhythm of nature, even with the urban noise around, is precious. It’s like a meditation; finding peace in the midst of chaos.
Aw…This is so sweet. “… some birds are poets.” Love this.
Thanks Sumana. You might have noticed that I lean heavily on birds. They really delight.
So beautiful Khaya! Birds are so relaxing to watch and listen. I wouldn’t be surprised if I take up bird watching when I am retired.
Oh yes, bird watching is a favourite past-time. But don’t wait till you retire, start now and where you are! 🙂
Calmness is exuded from this write. There is a lovely peacefulness.
Thanks Lori, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Without birds, our gardens would be poorer indeed!
Totally agree!
This is so lovely and peaceful.
Many thanks!
What a wonderful poem, and photo…lovely observations…..I love “for some birds are poets”.
Glad you enjoyed it, Sherry!
A beautiful poem; a real joy to visualise…
Thank you, Eileen!
I love how birds soon catch on to you as you feed them scaps or give them a bath to play in. What a delightful poem this is Khaya.
Thank you, Robin. I’m glad you like it!
for some birds are poets – oh I so agree… and some are alarm clocks! I too think birding is truly meditation!
“Some are alarm clocks!” LOL! 😀 I agree, birding is meditation.
“Finding peace in the midst of chaos”–love that! Absolutely adore this poem and the photos you’ve captured. ^_^
Thank you, Heather! <3
This poem enchanted me! To be a poet among the bird poets is to be among the best of company. And to think you are all drawn together by a garden!
Ah, a poetic sigh! Such a lovely comment, Susan. Thank you. 🙂
I might have to pack my tent and sleeping bag and head to camp in your yard. Love all the sounds and images your poems brings to life. What a lively place your yard is!
Thanks Maga! And about camping in the backyard, you are so welcome. We love hosting friends and family in summer; it’s the best season ever to visit Finland. So, I live in hope that one day, you’ll grace us with your presence. <3
I want to take a cup of tea and enter into this peaceful idyll you’ve described. Lovely. 🙂
Thanks Rommy! And you are always welcome for a cup of tea. 🙂
Nice imagery with this poem!
Thank you!
No problem, Khaya!