Who said things have come to a standstill?
The daffodils opened a few weeks ago
'Fluttering and dancing in the breeze',
They whisper tales of hope
When I went out for a walk in the woods,
I spotted a yellow and white bedecked carpet
And felt my heart leap
As the wildflowers hummed cheerful tunes from forest beds
The birds have laid eggs
In the exhaust vent from my kitchen hood
Their constant chirrups punctuate the quiet of my kitchen
As dishes sauté and simmer on my warm stove
Last evening, I spotted a little bunny
Camouflaged by sage stubble
Nibbling tender grass in my backyard,
The kit hopped around with measured caution
A tiny squirrel appeared on the fence
Watching and thinking-
‘This little fella on the ground looks like me,
He may have bigger ears, but for sure my tail's bushier’
Thinking such thoughts, it lingered for a minute
And, jumped onto the pine tree
Thinking more thoughts -
‘More things to do, more cones to nibble…’
Who said things have come to a standstill?
2 comments:
Truly, many tales of hope, if one is willing to look for. Thanks Minu, for the beautiful piece of poetry and the nice, original drawings, taking us back to the fields of yore, feeling the wind on the face, smelling the sweet scented wild flowers, watching the tiny, multi-thronged denizens of the woods making merry.
Thank you, your comment makes one return to one's roots- in Nature. Very poetic indeed!
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