Pondering the fate of the world,
an evensong arises
to praise the day that has been
and the night that will be.
A multitude of arboreal frogs
sing lullabies to the retreating sun,
rejoicing in its steadfast radiance
and continual travels to far flung places.
A barred owl joins the chorus,
enticing the stars to hurl themselves
against the blue black sky as he calls
from the embrace of needled branches.
The reverberating staccato of a
Pileated woodpecker casts off
the remnants of the day into the
yawning grasses below the crumbling tree.
And the crickets, oh the crickets,
the delightful arias they create as
they shimmy and quiver and shake
to croon love songs to the ascending moon.
The choir of chirps and calls and croaks
hush my thundering heart and
still my jumbled muddled thoughts
of a future uncharted and unknown.
A stroke at birth meant Lydia Harrison spent years in speech therapy learning how to enunciate words properly. However, her head was always full of lovely words she couldn't pronounce. Writing has been an avenue of merging her ideas on paper without worrying about their pronunciation.
About: I have always enjoyed the outdoors, but since March I have intentionally spent more time simply sitting outside and breathing. I have conversations with the birds and frogs and squirrels, often thanking them for brightening my day. This poem celebrates their contributions to the world at large. I keep a notebook beside my bed as I often will "hear" a phrase or have an idea as I am drifting off to sleep. I have learned to write down my thoughts before I go to sleep or I forget them in the morning.