Monday, April 8, 2019

first blush

When April with her sweet showers wakes the trees
Nature's first green rises as a blush of color
Buds bursting with life in the warming sunshine
Celebrated in the happy spring bird song.

As the frost in the ground loses its hold on the earth
The sap flowing up by day revives and rejuvenates
The bare-limbed gray skeletons winter held hostage
Inviting us to enjoy the weather being outside again.

Love is in the air scented with cherry blossoms
Pink petals like confetti soon flutter down underneath
As couples pose smiling about being paired together
Trusting in their future depending on each other.

Every living thing feels the urge to mate and reproduce
Though not all of us with a choice will choose it
So much procreation around us is an affirmation
The next generation continues to tell our story.

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Monday, April 1, 2019

missing the obvious

A little friendly criticism taken to heart
Got me to reconsider the impact of humans
If your point of view looks from a bird's eye
At habitat seeing loss but also seeing gains.

Nature preserves set aside on compromised land
Eventually recovering returning to a natural state
Creating an incidental island of habitat suitable for wildlife
That people can cultivate to encourage to thrive.

However it's the developed terrain that matters most
Not intended as habitat but recognized as such
When feathered wings with brains examine it
Finding food and nesting sites there for the taking.

Here in South Florida what was swamp has been replaced
Excavating a landscape leaving it littered with borrow pits
To mound up the margins as foundation to build upon
Catching water in the pits as pond or lake soon colonized.

Behind this house the little lake attracts the birds
Gallinules, spoonbills storks, ibises, limpkins, ducks all feeding
Cormorants, grebes, herons, egrets,, anhinga, osprey and eagles fishing
With squawking flocks of seagulls swooping down to drink and bathe.

As I watch them every day how could I miss the obvious
The abundance of these birds depends on all the pits
Constructed for real estate business but nevertheless
These birds have found a happy home here.

There are so many power lines and poles and structures
It seems especially in parks that mar the view I think
But the birds decide we are providing good places for nests
Caring not at all about my pristine nature esthetics.

For the birds that lived in the original swampland
The transformation of this place was a catastrophe
No doubt killing off most of the native species
Even while creating opportunity in a new ecosystem.

This is the story everywhere I think in a changing world
Some species will adapt and expand their range
Others will come to the end of their time to exist
People we hope will be among the former and survive.