I wrote this at the beginning of spring. It’s a pleasure revisiting this in the middle of fall when the leaves have said their good-byes and the birds are busy migrating to warmer skies.
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?
Whims and fancies 