I’m thankful for the wild things.
The dew that slicks the blades of grass,
the bee at his work,
the birds who fill the air with song,
the kits in their den dreaming of play
and the deer in the meadow bathed in snow –
outside my door,
a whole world turns not in days and hours,
but in moments,
seasons and sensations.
In the changing of the leaves,
the rising and setting sun,
these little lives go on and on
until they don’t,
and then, like a breath between words,
they’re gone.
How much we could learn
from the brave, wild things,
if we’d only each take time
to wait and watch,
to sit patiently with
the silence before the storm,
the crickets’ evening concerto,
the breeze through the fields,
the morning’s cacophony.
They exist, not for us to see
as a space apart,
but with us, in us.
We, too, could be brave, wild things.
We know it in our hearts.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
I am embarrassed to admit I didn’t know the meaning of the word cacophony until reading this post, I had heard it before, but never bothered to look it up and don’t like people teaching me things so I never asked anyone.
I mention this because I would hear this thing I call the music which I think is what cacophony means, I am kind of crazy so, I thought of it as a strange music because that is how my brain processes things.
Thank you for bringing this to light for me. I really appreciate this post, more than you know.
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I’m so glad to hear that! I really appreciate this comment. 🙂 I think the best way to learn new things is always to learn them in action – in reading or in conversation. Glad you were able to take something good from this poem, and thank you for reading!
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Super poem with such respect for the wild. Love the photos too.
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Thank you so much!
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Great poem. Makes me eager for spring and summer. Yes, we can learn much from “the brave, wild things, if we’d only each take time, to wait and watch, to sit patiently with the silence before the storm….” All the reasons I try to get out into the woods. Helps keep me sane the rest of the year. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it! I’m eager to get outside again, too. It was really warm here yesterday, and while I’m sad we’ve not gotten any snow this winter, it made me excited for spring and summer.
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Yes, it was close to 70 degrees yesterday and near 60 today. Of course, we’re going to hit March and watch it snow and be brutal cold. Ugh. Winter will want to have its say at some point. But, yes, like you, I’m ready for spring now.
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March does normally give us one last taste of winter. We’ll see! It’s been so warm this year. The cherry blossoms are apparently already starting to bloom in DC. So strange!
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Beautiful photographs
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Thank you!
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bird song
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Gorgeous writing! 🙏🏻
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Thank you so much!
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Love this poem. It exists in the wild time. I could hear leaves rustling as accents to the poem’s rhythms.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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