Sounds of Spring Anecdote

I don’t sit down at my computer and decide that I’m going to write a poem. Rather, I am stimulated and inspired by my surroundings every day, and that’s what triggers the feeling that ignites the thought process that produces the words that I say out loud that may or may not make sense. And while I may be struggling with the proper way to express what I am feeling, I persist in finding the “right way” to do so. 

For example, “Sounds of Spring” was literally written on my phone while I was walking to East Matunuck State Beach. It was early morning, and as I was approaching the bridge under which the water flows from Potter’s Pond into the marshes of Point Judith Pond, I became aware of the birds that were chirping from their perches in the nearby trees. Everything suddenly looked so new to me, as if someone had put a fresh coat of paint on the view before me. The birds' activity and the resulting overlapping chirping reminded me of what a Christmas chorus sounds like, with everyone in harmony. As I walked along, I felt that Mother Nature was shedding her winter coat, and though every once in a while an invigorating wind would blow across the pond, she was not putting it back on. I was awestruck by this transformation and, at that moment, realized how little I really knew about the world I was living in. There is a greater force at work here that cannot be fully explained in human terms, I thought.  It is what I take on faith.  Perhaps someday, when my time on earth has passed, I will have an understanding of it all.