How am I to work today
as a black squirrel navigates
precarious saplings
with death-defying sure-footedness?
And the Red-bellied woodpecker
thrums outside my window,
having mistaken brick for walnut bark
his bright red cap catching my breath
And how can I ever hope to focus
when a flit of yellow coming to rest
at our array of feeders, indicates
that the Goldfinch is declaring Spring?
The Chickadees are calling “you-who”
and the Blue Jay dares to ask
“Where are the peanuts?”
and I am feeling a tug of guilt
Even a starling,
perching on the windowsill
peers inside and ponders
what attraction keeps me glued
I’ve papers to write, blogs to read
and, well, a need to fulfill expectations
but how am I to concentrate
when Nature is so full of promise?
(Sketch my own)
One Woman's Quest 