I hear the call,
birdsong.
Beautiful,
rhythmic
and
full of life.
I stop,
stand still
and listen.
A bird soars,
another sings.
Their activity mesmorizes me.
I watch
in silence,
feet connected to the
earth,
eyes observing,
ears listening,
heart smiling,
my soul
alive.
Beautiful! I was there when you wrote :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen :)
DeleteBeautiful. I felt that. Such connection x
ReplyDeleteThank you Elisa xo
DeleteI recently started reading about bird language, so cool!
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is :)
DeleteKim, this is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing
ReplyDelete- both the poem and this summer journaling experience.
Thanks Liz. Happy to share, it is a wonderful course that has taken me to new levels in my journaling...thank you :)
DeleteBeautiful.
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