An oil painting of a tree, and the same view from my kitchen window.

Outdoors, Poetry

Outside My Window, There’s a Tree #WordsMatter

3 Aug , 2019  

Outside my window, there’s a tree.
Inside, looking out, there’s me.
Windchimes beckon, “Come outside!
Don’t stay behind the glass and hide.”

Squirrels chase each other up the branches
Leaves and nuts like avalanches
Fall between the roots, where squirrels
Hide their precious, tasty pearls.

OR, they chuck them at my head!
When near “their” tree, I dare to tread.
And chittering, they run to hide – OR
Scold from on high, with a mouse’s roar.

I wonder: Would I rather be the tree?
No, playful, silly squirrel – that’s me!
I’d climb so high, I’d gaze in wonder –
Drink raindrops, shake my tiny fist at thunder!

I’d scold the neighbor’s prowling, yowling cat –
What would the flustered robin think of THAT?
She’d knight me, like some Empress of old
And tell the wrens my story must be told.

“Inside that window, there’s a girl
Who thinks herself a silly squirrel
One day, we’ll turn that knob and go inside
And drink our acorn coffee by her side.”

Just a glimpse outside my window and a silly little poem, composed over coffee while sitting on my back porch, listening to the chatter of squirrels, mourning doves, and cicadas. How could I resist the lure of the windchimes?

Welcome to #WordsMatter – A monthly Blog Hop on the first weekend of each month (this month on Aug 2-4).

Next up: Be sure to read today’s post by Keerthi Vydyula at Thoughts Thru Lens. Also, be sure to read the post before mine, at Fantastic Feathers.

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43 Responses

  1. DoD says:

    As always, I enjoy reading your writings very much.

  2. Luv says:

    And listen to the sound of silence 😊

    • If you really listen, there’s no silence.

      • Luv says:

        Perhaps then, the sound of peace and nature.

        There was a time when I used to wake up with the song of nightingale (or cuckoo?) early in the morning. Jogging down the boulevard, I really never needed music player vacuumed to my ears (well, I didn’t have music player in those time as well). They sang for me and I sang with them.

        Everything is gone now. It’s a surreal dream. I won’t believe I ever lived those days.

        Sound of the nature.

      • Try to find and recapture that again.

      • Listen to the sound of the windchimes, birds, and rain from my back yard, Luv.

      • Luv says:

        Oh well, yes, I captured that little girl trying to be squirrel and frolicking in the trees. And I try to picture that sitting behind that window screen with my green tea 😊

      • Can you see my little friend? One of them, anyway. There are so many. I’m not exactly sure why we think squirrels are adorable, but loathe rats. What’s the difference, really? Other than bushy tails.
        I wish I could race up and down the branches like they do!

  3. It is a lovely read. I loved the analogy you chose. Well, we all need that naughty self once in a while to keep the life interesting. I am going to read this lovely piece of poetry again now! Absolutely loved it!
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  4. PraGun says:

    You have woven a nice poem over coffee withThe nature near you, outside the window along with windchimes melodious sounds.

  5. Kala Ravi says:

    What a delightful poem that was! It brought out the mischievous, dreamy child in you! Looking outside the window does bring out so many fleeting thoughts in our minds!

  6. Your painting of the tree is beautiful and so is this tryst with poetry over the coffee. Reading the poem, I visualized myself as the tree first, then the squirrels, the cat, the robin, all of them. It is an amazing world out there in nature. Acorn coffee must be a good coffee, I suppose πŸ™‚

    • Thank you, Anamika. I’m not so sure about acorn coffee – I’ve tasted acorn, and it’s not something I need to repeat. Maybe that was my first clue that I was not a squirrel. My dad was fibbing when he said it was poisonous. Or I didn’t nibble ENOUGH to harm me, at all! (I didn’t intend to, mind you – just a kid living dangerously, curious what the squirrels and chipmunks saw in the stuff. A friend and I also once tasted every flavor from a variety pack of Milk Bone dog biscuits, reasoning that we ought to know if we were feeding something nasty to our dogs. Well – let’s just say I’d rather eat another Milk Bone than another acorn, but I’d RATHER not do either one!)

  7. Suzy says:

    Enjoyed your poem – made me chuckle especially the squirrels. Nice art too.

    dropping by from the bloghop
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  8. Unishta says:

    How lovely to have coffee with squirrels for company!

  9. Obsessivemom says:

    That’s such a sweet little poem. I was right there with the squirrel you scampering along the branches of that beautiful tree with the sound of windchimes for company.
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  10. That’s nice to read a poem written from the perspective of the squirrel. Nice painting too.

  11. Anami says:

    What a lovely scene outside the window and how beautifully you described it.

  12. Shalini says:

    I loved reading you so very much, I tell you! Loved the first part where you wanted to be a squirrel and then your thoughts after being one. It’s so beautiful! Thank you for participating in the bloghop. Hope you are having fun!
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  13. Suha Vijay says:

    Nice art and nice thoughts after becoming a squirrel. Loved your poem

  14. Ah sweet! Who can resist wind chimes?
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    • Depends. I find some chimes very annoying! I prefer clear, deep notes – so I have to get fairly large chimes that don’t constantly make noise in the slightest breeze! (I recently saw some that are too big to be mounted anywhere in or outside my home, though! The tubes themselves had to have been 9-10′ tall!) These are mine:
      Wind chimes

  15. Leo says:

    What beautiful rhythm to your verse πŸ™‚ Loved it. It brought a picture to mind.
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  16. That was lovely! You have captured the essence of the squirrels so well. Acorn coffee! Keep some for me !

  17. Jyothi says:

    That is a lovely painting of a lovely view from your window. I really loved the liveliness in your poem. It is so refreshing. It made me smile. Coming in from the blog hop.

    • Thank you, Jyothi! This is about my third attempt at painting with oils. It’s not really finished. I was surprised, when I took the picture, how close I got to the shape of the tree and the view from the window. I think I like this medium (it’s very forgiving and so slow to dry that it teaches patience.) I’m glad you enjoyed the post!

  18. Rajlakshmi says:

    I loved the imagery of shaking tiny fist at thunder. It’s so cute. Loved the smooth rhymes. Wonderful take on the prompt.
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    • I did, too. It just popped into my head, but it’s so ME – and now I wish I had an illustration of that tiny, courageous squirrel, shaking her little fist at the thunder. I wish I could draw! I think up illustrations all the time, but can’t bring them to life other than through words. I’m glad you saw what I saw!

  19. Parul Thakur says:

    What a happy one this was, Holly! I loved that painting and the picture of your window that the squirrels you painted in my mind. I love squirrels. I also enjoyed how you turned the poem inward at the end.
    Go glad you joined #WordsMatter. We are so grateful that you posted this and we got a glimpse of your life too.
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