Geese @ the Riverwalk in Rock Hill. Image is my own.
the woods, most would say,
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
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.
Inspired by the rather timely presence of a flock of blackbirds in the trees behind my house, a common occurrence that never fails to delight me though many might find their song noisy and annoying. Shared with the wonderful folks at Sunday Scribblings #319, who encouraged us to use the phrase ‘in the beginning’ and also with Rosemary Mint’s Monday Melting, which gave us 100 beautiful words to choose from. I’ve italicized the ones I nabbed. Took out the italics, ’cause Shawna’s right, they’re distracting.