Wildlife flirts
blossoms sing
air vibrates
sun and rain

Birds and bees
buzz in harmony
but a single note
thrills my senses

Canada Geese
squabble and waddle
while Mallard Mom
herds young into reeds

A splash signals
presence of beaver,
but my ear is fixated
eyes scanning green

For a glimpse
of brilliant orange
capped with black –
Baltimore Oriole

(Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

44 thoughts on “Anticipation”

  1. I just got out of bed and was staring bleakly into my black, Splenda & Kahlua coffee, thinking I’d have nothing to look forward to today & I read your poem and felt encouraged to at least look up, look out the damned window & be grateful for another day of reading fine poetry, of which this is a shining example. Thanks. Maybe I’ll go for a walk later.

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  2. This is a lovely spring poem. I watched three Canada Geese this morning. One fellow was letting a third know to stay away from his lady! I felt bad for the fellow who had to wander off on his own. Hope you see your Orioles soon. People have started putting out the oranges for them here already.

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  3. You paint a vivid and lovely picture of nature. I’m no longer huddled inside to keep out of the rain, but vicariously sitting on my back deck basking in the sun’s warmth. πŸ™‚

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