"Bird songs recorded in the forest of Fontainebleau (France). You can especially hear some wrens."
The author, barracuda1983, has released this work into the Public Domain. It can be found on Wikimedia Commons.
BIRDSONG
The leader of the early morning bird walk was a quiet-spoken angular man.
He led us across dew-soaked grass to the forest's edge.
Robins and Bluejays were spotted in the October sky;
Carolina Wrens sang way too loudly for their diminutive size.
Rarely were there surprises.
I remember mostly the comforting sameness of the walks.
Sassafras leaves, worm castings,
and the sound of the woods waking up with a song in its heart.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013
From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind):
I find peace and solace in this space
with only the birds singing
their musical refrains.
When no one is watching or aware,
I join in, too,
meshing my harsh voice with theirs.
We remix nature together,
them and I, here in these woods,
until only the sunset quiets us down.
As the moon rises it skyward arc,
the birds fall silent, to sleep,
yet still, I sing into starlight.
©Kevin Hodgson, 2013
From Linda (TeacherDance):
Rasp and chatter
Carolina Wren
calls me
back to my forest friends
teakettle, teakettle
cheer cheer
cardinal flashing
spring is here
alive with chicka-dee dee
leafy-damp smell
walking in my forest
all is well
©Linda Baie, 2013
From Steve (Inside the Dog):
Where does
the birds’ song
come from?
Of course,
we know:
from deep inside
and past
the narrow
cords of sinew,
a drawn breath
squeezed tight,
a tiny explosion
of must
flung to the sky.
These things we
know. But
where does
the birds’ song
come from?
And how can
it alight so precisely
in the heart?
© Steve Peterson, 2013
From Carol (Carol's Corner):
frigid april morning
red breasted robin huddles
saving songs for spring
busy shovels throw
piles of wet slushy snow
no bird songs today
Hey Mr. Redbreast
ignore this swirling gray whiteness
sing your song of spring
welcome mr. robin
glad you brought your own sunshine
to this cloudy day
Three April blizzards
long to listen to bird songs
not clanking shovels
Mr. Weatherman
we should be planting flowers
not shoveling snow
One more blizzard then
we shut the door on winter
and welcome bird's song
Bird choir ignores
howling April blizzard to
sing spring aria.
April showers bring
May flowers, April blizzards
bring grumpy poets
©Carol Wilcox, 2013
The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is
"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations."
I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!
You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.
I find peace and solace in this space
ReplyDeletewith only the birds singing
their musical refrains.
When no one is watching or aware,
I join in, too,
meshing my harsh voice with theirs.
We remix nature together,
them and I, here in these woods,
until only the sunset quiets us down.
As the moon rises it skyward arc,
the birds fall silent, to sleep,
yet still, I sing into starlight.
-Kevin
I love the 'story' of this, Kevin, all the way from sun up to sundown. I was in the rain forest with students once on a night hike and then the moon came up-magical time! I like especially "I sing into starlight"!
DeleteI can imagine your remix -- sing on!
DeleteYour wealth of knowledge with all the embedding of new ways to post on your blog is amazing to me. The poetry is a gift every morning. Thank you- "see you tonight"
ReplyDeleteYour sounds woke me up too Mary Lee. I love that line about the 'sameness'-comforting that! Here's mine!
ReplyDeleteBack Home
Rasp and chatter
Carolina Wren
calls me
back to my forest friends
teakettle, teakettle
cheer cheer
cardinal flashing
spring is here
alive with chicka-dee dee
leafy-damp smell
walking in my forest
all is well
©Linda Baie, 2013
My favorite part:
Delete"teakettle, teakettle
cheer cheer
cardinal flashing
spring is here"
Rejoice! (If it will only stop snowing in Colorado, eh?!?!)
yes, another snowy Tuesday! But it's melting...
DeleteThanks for the bird song poem, Mary Lee. Just this morning I saw the first white-throated sparrows on the ground around the feeder. Their song is soulful. Here's a birdsong poem inspired by yours and the recording.
ReplyDeleteWhere?
Where does
the birds’ song
come from?
Of course,
we know:
from deep inside
and past
the narrow
cords of sinew,
a drawn breath
squeezed tight,
a tiny explosion
of must
flung to the sky.
These things we
know. But
where does
the birds’ song
come from?
And how can
it alight so precisely
in the heart?
© Steve Peterson
Steve! Welcome to the poetry party!!
ReplyDeleteI love your "tiny explosion / of must". Lovely.
I think tonight I'm just going to savor the words created by my poetry friends. Beautiful!
ReplyDeletefrigid april morning
ReplyDeletered breasted robin huddles
saving songs for spring
busy shovels throw
piles of wet slushy snow
no bird songs today
Hey Mr. Redbreast
ignore this swirling gray whiteness
sing your song of spring
welcome mr. robin
glad you brought your own sunshine
to this cloudy day
Three April blizzards
long to listen to bird songs
not clanking shovels
Mr. Weatherman
we should be planting flowers
not shoveling snow
One more blizzard then
we shut the door on winter
and welcome bird's song
Bird choir ignores
howling April blizzard to
sing spring aria.
April showers bring
May flowers, April blizzards
bring grumpy poets
Carol, ONE haiku is taking a break! NINE is...well, nine is a beautiful story of impatience and longing!!
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