Nature Listening
To listen, really listen
I return to my quiet place
the less traveled road that
runs between and on the edge
of the forest.
I found my listening place,
my friend...where I might
hear the symphonic
chords of nature and solitude
that brought me to this space
time and time again.
The elaborate musical
of the forest greeted me
warmly as I continued
down the road.
Nature listening, repeated rhythms
of weeping willow tree brushes
and hollow echoes of a woodpecker
tapping and rapping in sync.
Suddenly came the thunderous
flapping and clapping
of the Great Heron's wings
an aria that at once gave rise
to great silence.
The clearing was still
as a thief in the night
My eyes gloried at his grace as the
Great Heron flew in the distance
in perfect harmony with his mate.
D. Russell, 1985 © 2000
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