May journal 6

Nothing happened here today,
the sun, the clouds, a brisk spring breeze
that rippled through the rising stalks.

Nothing changed except the vines
that tendrilled higher opened leaf
and crept across the lizardsโ€™ walls.

So many birds are singing now,
the rich of oriole, the lush
of blackbird, thrush and nightingale,

I tend the ear for gentler songs,
the warbler, chiff chaff, chaffinch songs,
the whisper of the poplar leaves.

Nothing happened here except
the growing and the nesting, now
at dusk the bats take to the air,

and deeper dusk will bring the owls.
I hope for many more such days
of birdsong, growing, golden peace.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “May journal 6”

      1. I’m learning to understand what’s going on. The things we ignore most of the time. If it were busier and more distracting, I’d miss all that.

      2. Yes, that’s true. It sounds like you’ve got it down. Knowing what is making which sound is fascinating. I’m sure that took some time. To me, that feels like a super power ๐Ÿ™‚.
        A good Saturday to you Jane.


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