A Sensory Glimpse

The temperature is dropping to 0Β°C at night 
Lying in bed, trying to sleep
I hear that stairs creek
As it shrinks and pulls tight
For a moment I wonder
If someone is creeping
Up the stairs.

In the early morning light
I see a dusting of frost
Leaves looking sugar coated and crispy.
Today is sunny,
A perfect opportunity
To work in the garden.

Donned with gardening gloves
And scarf swaddling my neck
Tucked firmly into my work clothes
I brave the cold
Marvel at the frost
And wonder how
Little birds keep
Their feet warm.

When I have finished
Tackling the old, broken compost heap
Preparing for the new one
I see a little friend
'Hello' I say
He doesn't like me
Tweeting birdsong to him.
He prefers human language.

I become aware of the invisible space
Where I share and connect with the bird.
I'm quiet, I stand still
And watch.
I know why he has come.
I have disturbed the environment,
The insects are moving about.

I stand still
And watch
And he swivels his head at me
He watches and waits
I stand still, just breathing
Aware of my invisible
Space inside me,
And the space between us.
We connect
I say hello again
He does not fly away.
He seems reassured
And he flies down to gobble up
The insects.

He is the robin
Who visits my garden
When I am raking, digging,
And disturbing the earth

I sit under the canopy of trees
My private little forest
Listening to the crow, the jackdaw,
The robin and more
It's like a surround sound
Chorus of birds
As I feel the dappled sun
On my body.

It's funny how we humans
Want to record the moment
In poetry, photos, or
pressing autumn leaves
Instead of just being
With nature and oneself.


For me living in that invisible space
On my own in the moment
Is the most precious place to be
It feeds my soul
I feel at one with the earth
And it's creatures
I have no need to speak to anyone ....

Yet here I am telling you.

A note from me: I love emulating bird calls and I have noticed many birds answer back when I do but the robin flies away when I try to make robin sounds but if I talk to the robin it stays.

I hope you are enjoying the changes of the season.

Take care.

~Morag Noffke ~

11 thoughts on “A Sensory Glimpse”

  1. A wonderful poem of just being. Yes, talking to the birds is something I do too, although I find whistling also works better. Robins are VERY territorial so maybe he thinks you are a competitor! πŸ€—πŸ™

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  2. Standing still beside the robin, just breathing in that invisible space between you, felt like a quiet prayer with the earth. I smiled at your closing line, how the soul longs for silence and yet still wants to share the moment with us. 🌹

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