We wait
We listen
In the verdant hillsides
Their songs
Trill upward
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.
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.
9 comments:
Nice! (Really NICE, Susan!!)
You've chosen the key experiences to what made that week so special.
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!
That was really nice Susan.
Goood job!
So sweet. Just perfect.
Beth
Yes, very gooooood. I loved it. (and the hairpin)
That was beautiful, Susan! And the perfect set of photos to go with it.
That is fantastic!!! I love this side of you!!!
Susan, did you write this? Are you a poet also? Outstanding!
That was very touching!
that last photo is terrific. I want to go on that road!
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