Monday, May 18, 2009

We Wait

We wait

We listen

Shhh...we are wistening for burdies

In the verdant hillsides

Their songs

Trill upward

ovenbird singing

Hide and seek

In the dripping leaves

Bright yellow and deep blue

Flower petals that fly

Soaring oaks

Hold fierce secrets
A quiet mother holds fast to her creations

And dares all to come closer
Taunting with her stillness.

RSHA hawk nest


Passion for small lives

Hidden just beyond

Fills the hearts

Of those who listen

For just a glimpse we travel up and up

To heaven, and we do not want to return home.

Bend in the road Sugar Creek


nina at Nature Remains. said...

Nice! (Really NICE, Susan!!)
You've chosen the key experiences to what made that week so special.

Heather said...

What a lovely post, Susan. I love when you say
"Passion for small lives
Hidden just beyond
Fills the hearts
Of those who listen".
That sums up birders in a beautiful nutshell. Just wonderful!

Lynne at Hasty Brook said...

That was really nice Susan.

Goood job!

Beth said...

So sweet. Just perfect.


Mary said...

Yes, very gooooood. I loved it. (and the hairpin)

Kyle said...

That was beautiful, Susan! And the perfect set of photos to go with it.

T.R. said...

That is fantastic!!! I love this side of you!!!

Kathiesbirds said...

Susan, did you write this? Are you a poet also? Outstanding!

dAwN said...

That was very touching!
that last photo is terrific. I want to go on that road!