The color of grass is a lush green
more vibrant than we’ve ever seen.
Life is fast, quite in a hurry
activeness makes the world seem blurry.
While the one birds still sit on their eggs
other baby birds are on their legs
feeling like they are spring kings
almost ready to use their tiny wings.
We hear the twittering of all the birds
rants and scolds, like they used words.
On the ground, we hear a fox mother bark
in the morning and shortly before it is dark.
Fawns can be seen in higher grass
walk slowly, they’re as delicate as glass!
There’s life all around us, spring in its prime
already it’s June, almost summer time.
We should all be grateful for natures gift
it seems life is taking an extra shift
to show us new life, new health a new start
this amazing springtime touches my heart.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2019)
The world is sleepy, enjoys the heat
so many smells the air tastes sweet
from flowers, honey, grass and hay
kids and sprinklers, time to play.
I hear the humming of the bees
I feel the soft wind in the trees
leaves give shadows very rare
humid and heavy is the air.
Birds stop feeding all their brood
it is time for adulthood.
No time to keep them safely hedged
they fly free are fully fledged.
Birds are sleeping in the trees
they start singing at the silence of bees
when slowly sunbeams are going to sleep
before the world starts sleeping deep.
What a wonderful relaxing time
when nature is right on its prime.
But deep inside we know it all
we are expecting soon the fall.
But for now we all enjoy the smiles
the smell of ice cream over miles.
The swim in lakes, in pools in sea
In summertime we all feel free.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2018)
The sun sends light down to the Earth
to show the world that it is worth
the warmth, the sunbeams and the song
of Nature pure, it can’t be wrong.
When the ground it thirsts for something wet
if rain it needs, that’s what it will get.
Darkest clouds clot up there in the sky
The relief the dry ground feels like a sigh.
And still very soon after pouring rain
The world is bright and beams again.
The baby starlings scream for food
other birds as well, they feed their brood.
At night you hear the barn owls do
demand to eat, they’re hungry too.
Baby foxes play around, while Momma hunts
and the baby deer won’t make a sound.
Listen to nature and you can hear its song
when birds are racing all along.
Singing, twittering, and complaint
they live their life without constraint.
The world is old but in spring it will
renew itself with master skill.
Give birth, grow up and paint with ploy
colorful pictures for our joy.
Enjoy the spring, enjoy the stance
whistle, sing and also dance.
Soon enough the birds will fly.
And the Earth will once more getting dry.
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2018)
A surprising message in the news has caught my attention today. Plane had to land because of bird strike.
Now: Bird strike? That’s when birds fly into a plane, right? – Oh, wait! No, it’s the other way around. A plane flies into a bird swarm. Of course! Why in all the world would birds hit a plane?
And that moment, I’m afraid, my twisted brain played jokes on me, and I started to laugh.
‘Why would birds hit a plane?’
On a dare?
Imagine the following scene:
• “Hey there… want to join us?”
• “Yeah, okay.”
• “Cool… see that Airbus over there?”
• “Uhm… yes?”
• “Once through the turbine and you’re in.”
Or what about suicide birds? Of course, it made me laugh too; but after all, we don’t know what birds are thinking.
“I don’t want to live anymore… I hate it to be a bird… I suffer from vertigo!”
I had to learn that indeed bird strike is a sincere problem and can in fact damage an airplane.
Seriously, I have been naïve about it. I just thought: “Hey… that’s an airplane, what can a bird do there? Scratch the windshield?”
I was told: “What do you think happens, if up there, 30,000 feet above the ground that little scratch through pressure and speed causes the windshield to break and fly off?”
I thought: “What? – Hmmm. What would happen, if the windshield of a plane actually does fly off?”
And to be honest, my joking brain, of course, thought about the pilot’s announcement: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here’s your captain speaking with some amazing news: We are now flying a convertible.”
My-oh-my… I know I’m bad.
But honestly: I wish someone could explain to me what bird strike does to an airplane – in particular, a big airplane. I’m almost sure we aren’t talking about a flock of sparrows. How big do the birds have to be to become a danger to an airplane? How many birds would be in a swarm in such a case? If someone knows about it, please, let me know. Thank you.
The newest year is still a child
when frost clear air is turning mild.
Snow, it melts and leaves below
last year’s dirt and rests to show.
The sun gets warmer, gains in might,
sends its heat, its warmth and light.
soft blue sky and cotton clouds
make people smile; elicit the crowds.
Leaves on trees peak out and show
some new and happy greens to grow.
Nature turns colorful, yellow, red, blue
it’s a miracle of renewal but that we knew.
Birds twitter while feeding their brood
more and more people we find in good mood.
Young mammals are born, they make us all smile
It’s easy to stay and marvel for just a little while.
Nature is great, frozen, when asleep
it can wake, it can die, it can smile and weep.
But most of all while through seasons we roam
Nature is cleaning our Earth and Home.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, March 2017)
He’s an unremarkable little friend,
In his habitat the perfect blend.
He can’t sing or dance and is no star,
He loves to eat, to fly and also spar.
He camouflashes perfectly well
With his surroundings, let me tell.
And still, there’s something very cute
about him, he’s a hoot.
He exists in all color ranges
Grey and black and brown, it changes!
He eats insects but mostly does he seeds
He’s funny and busy when he feeds.
Hundreds of species of all his kind
populate the Earth – and I don’t mind.
He’s useful and I don’t understand
why from many backyards he is banned.
He hops where others proudly walk
He complains where others discretely talk.
He’s got two legs, a beak and a pair of wings
He’s tiny, but the air his in all seasons, particular springs.
He uses nests and houses to feed his brood
He’s loud, annoying and sometimes rude.
He stays in trees, his spots are narrow,
You might have guessed: It is the sparrow!
(Copyright, June 2016, Aurora Jean Alexander)