Why getting up and stepping out is better than drawing the blinds and giving up

last owl
first blackbird
ruffled wren
crow drifts from stricken oak
gull sets down by upturned bin
starlings strung out overhead
puffed up pigeon pursuing hen
sparrows cluster
blue tit picking cherry blossom
woodpecker working through the park
mallard mutters while wandering past
robin sings to robin across the path
oh! happiness of goldfinches

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Thirteen: living with hope in your heart.

CLP 13/04/2022

12 Comments

  1. Romana Iorga says:

    Oh Chris, this poem makes me so happy! I listen to the birds when I work–it’s both peaceful and exciting. I love the sounds throughout the poem–lovely piece!💜🍃

    1. Well! Seeing your poem this morning made me happy too. This is, in a way, a response to that.

      1. Romana Iorga says:

        Thank you–amazing how these things work!💜🍃

      2. The popping of synapses and release of chemicals in the brain…

    2. Alana says:

      Agreed! So fitting for a poem about birds to be so musical. Very impressive.

  2. The simple delights of nature getting on with it! Love this, Chris 💕🙂

  3. Smitha V says:

    Being able to find pleasure in nature is a blessing. Your poem was a reminder that its the simple things that make us happy.

    1. At least a salving balm 😊

  4. SelmaMartin says:

    Simple delight in the ordinary: extraordinary. Just like the poem. Thanks

    1. Thank you Selma. Nothing is ordinary, no one, no where. 🙏

  5. Arti Jain says:

    Beautiful. Musical. And joyous. I’m listening to birdsong (in Doha) as I type this comment:)

    1. Wonderful! Thank you for reading and telling me!

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