Are you mad or glad,
noisy Carolina wren?
What means your loud song?
~dkm 43/52
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
Pollen and petals
swirling in a rain puddle
bring to mind the verse
“April Rain Song” by
Langston Hughes, the poem we
said from memory
each day of April
on the first grade rug for our
poem-of-the-month
~dkm 40/52
“April Rain Song”
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain
~Langston Hughes
Dip and lift of beak
I watch a mockingbird drink
Perched on birdbath lip
~dkm 38/52
I apologized
to my grandson for needing
technology help
He excused me with
"But Omi, you were born in
the nineteen hundreds."
~dkm 37/52