Tag Archives: Kuhns
Why Holy Gift Sorrow? Haiku
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Light in the Darkness: I get it Haiku
On a lonely field,
my neighbor’s light reminds me
of peace and the why.
Wipe Out Darkness: Haiku
One single candle /
can wipe out darkness. Lifting/
His standard gives hope.
Heavenly Confirmation Of My Path: Revolutionary ConTexting Haiku
I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
Orion. All’s right.*
OR
I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
my guide, Orion.
How To Bring Birds Back From Silent Spring: Prose
I have a solution on how to bring birds back. In today’s “Native Pollinators and Wildflowers” Facebook page, someone said: “The bird population is declining rapidly. What you grow in your yard can make all the difference. You can hear the difference.”
I agree. There is a way to bring birds back. I’ve experienced it! So I wrote this response:
Four years ago I purchased six acres of property next to the Chickamauga National Military Park in Northwest Georgia. As I stood out on my porch that autumn, I immediately noticed — amidst a lawn and the grasses and the hickory and oak and black walnut trees and massive overgrowth of Chinese privet — the amazing and frightening lack of birds.
I had been raised by my father, my grandmother, and dozens of friends, neighbors and relatives in Wisconsin to do everything I could to attract birds. Not having birds around in a city or suburb is not surprising. Not hearing any birdsongs, nor seeing any birds in flight, in the middle of woodlands and pastures was shocking.
So I started ripping up the privet, ripping up the lawn, planting wildflowers, putting up bird feeders, putting up bird houses. Unlike previous owners, I didn’t spray for bugs or mosquitoes. I suffered through chiggers and ticks. I planted, planted, ripped out invasives and non-natives, and planted some more.
Bring Birds Back
These days, when I go out on my front porch in the morning, often a dozen or more goldfinch will explode from where they have been eating the wildflower seedheads in our front yard. The other day, my 89 year old father-in-law and I sat on the porch, rocking at sunset. There was a cacophony of sound; I asked him how many bird songs he could hear. As we listened, we heard over a dozen different varieties. Those songs weren’t from several birds of the same species. They were from over a dozen different species! In fact, several of the songs had multiple singers, coming in from different directions.
*Or they could have been one massive Mockingbird I suppose. But I don’t think that’s true :-).
I tell this story because it shows how Nature will bounce back, if given the opportunity and a little help. My property is proof: The land not only has different birds, but now there are frogs, crickets, bees, bugs, fireflies galore, all joining in a joyful chorus.
Nature has returned to my Hickory Hill House and leaves me smiling every day!
My advice? Just Start Now, Where You Are, Today.
Life’s Game Rules Change: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How do you compete/
in life’s game when Big Brother/
keeps changing the rules?
Change the Vibe, Change the Outcome: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
When you shift the vibe/
and frequency of one thing,/
more change is frequent.
OR
One frequency and /
vibe change may frequently shift/
many other thing, too.
Risen Easter Morning: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Mist from this country/
dirt road is not all that rose/
on Easter Sunday.
#HeIsRisen #BecauseofHim
Easter Morning He Is Risen: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
On Easter Sunday/
I wandered down roads, through fields,/
and came back, Heart changed.
#becauseofHim #HeisRisen #Hereiraise #AllCreatures