At 4 o'clock this morning, I was glad that our air conditioner is having trouble. With the windows wide open, I was able to enjoy the Barred Owls calling in the woods. Their varied calls and hoots are wild music to my ears, and we rarely notice them when the house is all shut up.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Vespers. Right now I am standing alone in the midst of an ever darkening forest listening to a pair of Barred Owls discuss their plans for the evening. A few chirping birds get gradually quieter and then silent as they settle in for the night, and then a Wood Thrush singing vespers reminds me to give thanks for this daily cycle. I find great peace in this moment. Another day is done. Another miracle.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
It is twilight in the meadow.
First quarter moon,
fluttering bats patrol the sky
in silence up where the Tulip Poplars bloom.
The steady, buzzing hum
of my neighbor's pool filter
soils the quietness.
I'd forgotten how loud it is
— though not nearly as loud as the
machine that weekly keeps
this space a meadow instead of forest.
We keep the conveniences we like, and
not all wild places are untrammeled.