Poetry

Quid Pro Quo

Nature’s symbiosis

Small soft wings Beat a heady rhythm Through heat-thick air.

Flittery, jittery, fluttery, Black, white, grey Flashing through Swishing birches, Shush-shushing In the warm breeze.

Swimming through Air and branch, They flit and jitter, Catching their insect Feast, so gladly given By green tree-friends.

This week I participated in a Zoom writing meet-up with a group of women from all over the world, thanks to Trisha Traughber and Vagabond English. We wrote about our experiences of ‘stepping out’ — getting out into nature, whatever that meant for us as individuals.

For me, that meant sitting outside at our cottage in the countryside, watching birch trees sway in the wind, listening to the water gently lap against the jetty, watching the birds catch a meal of insects. The sky was blue, the air heavy. This poem is the result of that sensory refection.

Today, rain is refreshing the landscape, so very much needed after a long stretch of unusually warm days. A tonic!

~thanks for reading~

Lisa writes poetry and fiction, reads voraciously, and spends lots of time outside. She writes Northern Notes, her Nordic region adventures. If you’d like to follow along, click the link above. (Link leaves Medium).