Saturday, May 27, 2006

MamaSaysOm - Nature

they've been working relentlessly for days now
both of them busily flitting around
collecting twigs and other such necessities
i imagine they've recently fallen in love
and are anxious to build their little nest
welcome a few tiny ones
get on with living their short lives
i'm not familiar with the names of birds
maybe they're wrens
too big to be finches
they each have a little touch of pink
covering their chest and head
one slightly more colorful than the other
they take turns
first one
then the other
flying about to make another important collection
there's business to be done
no time to waist
but i can't help wondering why they've chosen a light
and not a tree
maybe they know more than i do
maybe they know in the evenings
the warmth of the bulb will keep
their little ones warm and snug
maybe they understand that it's important
to have some distance from the merciless texas sun
maybe they look out toward the trees
the same ones that have already been stripped
of their leaves more than once this season
by the unforgiving wind
maybe they see the mockingbird and the sparrow
building their homes
among the unprotected branches
and think
those silly little twits
maybe they know there's more than one way
to do things right


Blogger Lee said...

This sort of lavendar always reminds me of a book I had a a boy, Pookie Rabbit; a flying rabbit.

4:34 AM  
Blogger acumamakiki said...

Lovely. I was just thinking yesterday, that I need to plant lavendar's one of my favorite shrubs.

4:44 AM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

so sweet...

5:58 AM  
Blogger Deb R said...

That's beautiful, Michelle. I especially love the ending:
"maybe they know there's more than one way
to do things right"


6:03 AM  
Blogger Becca said...

Absolutely wonderful poem! I can envision the two of them, working so hard to "build their little nest" and "get on with living their short lives." So much like you and I...

Are you familiar with the poetry of Mary Oliver? I've just discovered her, and think you might like her. Here's a short one of hers:

Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God-

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

1:43 PM  

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