A Seasonal Rhythm

Locust spins singing 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 vigilant 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.

Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen is a writer, poet and blogger. Her blog focuses on poetry and creative nonfiction, and also features poets and their books.

29 Comments

  1. 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.

  2. Without birds, our gardens would be poorer indeed!

  3. 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.

  4. for some birds are poets – oh I so agree… and some are alarm clocks! I too think birding is truly meditation!

  5. 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!

  6. 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!

  7. 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

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