Do you ever sit outside with eyes closed and just listen. We feast so much with our eyes that we forget we can “see” with our ears as well. Here’s the poem from my listening feast.
Nature Sounds
Close my eyes
and rock in small motion
forward, back
listening.
Beauty of nature sounds
clunking frogs are resting
giving birds and bees the sound stage.
Constant tweets and shrills,
passing nasalization of a Mallard,
mew of catbird,
Doppler effect bee,
a bird takes flight
air compresses under his wings.
Something walks through the brush,
twig snaps,
probably a doe.
I nap
lulled by the woodsy brand of quiet
roused by engines of a hummingbird
and the splash of muskrat
navigating pond weeds.
Maybe that’s why the frogs have muted.
