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100 words, dverse poets, forest, geese, nature, open link, river, song, song of the forest, velvet verbosity, voices, wednesday wake-up call, with real toads, woods
Geese @ the Riverwalk in Rock Hill. Image is my own.
the woods, most would say,
are quiet
but I know different
for I have heard the song of the forest
in stillness I sit
perched on the edge of a steaming river
the soft words of geese reach my ears
over the slow, constant babble
of the water’s passage
dew collects on fading leaves
drops into the brush below
joining with the sounds of birds and squirrels
searching the forest floor
for nuts and berries to stock their winter stores
morning’s light
stirs wildlife to sing and call
their voices creating
a breathtaking cacophony
the music of Nature given life
Written in response to this week’s challenge at Velvet Verbosity, which gives us ‘listening’ as our prompt for the week. I found that this poem also easily fit New World Creative Union’s Wednesday Wakeup Call.
Also linked up at With Real Toad’s Open Link Monday, and to d’Verse’s Open Link Night. Come on by and check out the other amazing poets and writers!
I hear your tune, it is one of my favorite~
I love the beauty of your voice aligned in
this imagery…gorgeous!
Thanks so much!
This is my very favorite kind of poem – about seeing and listening to nature’s beauty. So lovely. Your image is fantastic, also!!!!!
Love it, girl!
This is how I spent so much of my childhood. I thought it strange that other children didn’t seem to take much notice of what was really going on in the woods. Thanks for sharing this.
really nice descriptive detail here. Very nicely painted with words here. Thanks
ah nature has some beautiful music for sure for those that will listen…i love nature personally so i sat quiet and just breathed in your verse….smiles….we lived in the woods growing up….
This kind of poem makes me feel that all’s right with the world. Beautiful images!
I can picture the scene through your wonderful words
Breathtaking, indeed. Loved it, especially the lines bringing the babble of the brook to life. Nature, in all its beauty, running through your words like that brook.
Lovely. I can close my eyes and hear the story of that place. Thanks for sharing in the Wed. Wake-Up Call. It does fit perfectly.
I can see a thousand heads nodding agreement anyone who’s ever sat quietly on a creek bank or floated gently on an old farm pond with fishing pole in hand will understand. “the big empty” is never really empty or quiet
thanks for reminding me what I oft times forget 
Monty
Shh. Move over, I’m going to join you.
Love the soft photograph.
I go for many walks in the woods, there is a lot going on, a lot being ‘said,’ if you only listen.
Fantastic! I want to stay forever….
as we hold our breath perchance we can really hear and feel nature in it’s breath taking beauty
Excellent!
beautiful words
Beautiful imagery ~ wonderful poetry