A simple part of our Nature Study for the past several years has been to simply pick a spot outside (each of us in a different location) each week and for just a short time to sit still and observe.  While you are observing you may lie still with your eyes closed or you may draw what you see or record what you hear or let nature inspire you to draw or create in some other manner.

Recently, this is what I heard and what I saw and what I wrote after one of our observation times.

 

 

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When a bird makes a noise that distinct
I wish I had paid better attention to Sibley or Peterson or Bergen.

I’m as tone deaf to the distinctions in bird calls as I am to the differences in
soprano vs. alto vs. baritone.

But I can feel beauty
and I do appreciate the magic made

between the sounds of the wind chimes
and the breeze making music of the drying leaves
and that bird’s shrill repeated cry

that sounds like both
an emergency
and
a tribute.

Oh Autumn.
You sound as lovely as you look.

 

 

 

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