The day is beautiful. The sun warms on high. The sky is blue, the air cool and crisp, and the birds are out in large number frolicking and finding food for the day.
Here in this region, I am greeted by the American Red Robin and Goldfinch, the Western Scrub-Jay, the Chipping Sparrow, the Acorn Woodpecker (who seems to love pecking on our metal chimney top), the Cedar Waxwing, and Anna’s Hummingbird.
These birds are poetry in motion. And I love watching my backyard birds jump from limb to limb, hop from place to place, singing nature’s lullaby as I lie in our Panamanian blue hammock. I marvel at the hummingbird who feed so close to my redwood deck, I can see his wings flutter a million times over. It’s truly a backyard vacation for me. As I watch, wide-eyed at Nature‘s feathered friends, I look for poems to express the childlike wonder I carry inside through my maturing years.
Backyard Vacation by Wendy G. Black
I sit here and gaze at God‘s blue sky
With white puffy clouds drifting by
And the vibrant green of grass and trees
And the flowers all bowing in the breeze
Then I look out across the peaceful pond
At the woods and the pasture just beyond.
And closer in, flying into view
The finch, the cardinal, and the bluebird, too.
In the redwood swing, I lean back and then
Enjoy the melody of the wren.
The whir of the hummingbird darting by
The sight of the buzzard, floating high.
The robin defending its hidden nest
By chasing away the cowbird pest.
I sit out here and swing along
As I listen with joy to God’s nature song.
And as I listen to each trill and peep,
I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Do you know a song more rapturous and intoxicating than Nature’s Song?