
Sounds of Nature singing all around, an orchestra of joy.
One sitting silently, listening in appreciation.
What song is heard by the soul of the one sitting silently?

Sounds of Nature singing all around, an orchestra of joy.
One sitting silently, listening in appreciation.
What song is heard by the soul of the one sitting silently?

Out in the open and on the ground in search of things to eat.
The beauty of the Autumn morning Sun masks Winter’s approach.
What can be gained remaining here and now, but perhaps a new life?



A flash of rusty red scampering across the path ahead.
A dark presence swimming slow and steady across the surface.
A figure of slight frame and contrasting colours perched above.

An offering made for those enduring the waning Winter.
The offering happily accepted by a visitor.
Spring emerging, the sights and sounds of new lives soon to arrive.

A bright sunny morning, clear blue skies reflecting on the snow.
Slate-grey feathers betray small movements made in search of a meal.
Finding food, pausing to enjoy, briefly forgetting the cold.