A GENUINE WELCOME TO EACH OF YOU!
Lorelie and I are delighted to introduce you to a new poet, Nan Harty, publishing in the NESTER. We also thank Cathy Ross for recommending her to us!
Nan Harty has written poetry for over twenty years with themes of nature, place, and people. A “community poet” with something to say quietly in concert with poets who gather and share in libraries, and bookstores, and living rooms all over the Northwest. She is a member of Poets Table in Seattle. She has published a book of poems, THE TELLING OF THE TREES.
I find Nan’s poem especially appealing this year with the lingering summer heat and chilly fall around the corner. This may be the last evening to quietly sit alone and savor the cooling air of the evening. A time to allow the imagination to drift as the seagulls in the sky often flow this way and that. I won’t tell you about all my dots; you might take the time to make your own ………
Tim
SOMETIMES I JUST SITS
Nan Harty
Planes fly over, the roar comes, then goes.
The pond’s water inlet gurgles in the east,
the outlet spills in a small waterfall to the west.
I see but cannot hear the circles on the pond.
Nearing dusk, the birds are quieter than early morning,
some cheeping, chirping, tweets and whistles.
Ducks bathe on the far shore, I only see their bobs and dive
A dog licks herself under my lawn chair.
No cars or mowers, even the water pump has gone silent.
Now a dog bark.
Two ducks fly soundless high overhead.
The bathing ducks across the pond send out three long calls,
more parts holler than quacks.
A mourning dove’s hoo hoos fade as she flies away.
The water sprinkler circles the flowers with chi chi, chi chi
My blue hydrangea sits beautiful in silence.
Another circle on the pond without a whisper.
Sometimes I just sits…………….
CREDITS:
Writer: Nan Harty
Photographers: Lorelie Olson, Kevin Escate
Editors: Lorelie & Tim Olson
NESTER url: https://notesfromanester.com
