Cerulean blue skies,
Crisp, fresh air,
Nature’s musicians twittering
As I climb the apartment staircase.
Mid-step, I stop . . . listen . . .
Brit-ney, brit-ney,
Britney?
Silence my steps,
Turn towards the sounds,
Hold my breath,
Listen . . .
Prit-ty, prit-ty!
Who me?
Why thank you!
elsie tries writing 
NO! Shoot, I was going to start with that opening. What a vivid, pretty picture! “Nature… twittering” ❤️ but then BAM, you just blindsided me. Those birds have been taunting me my whole life! Silly sometimes and just a cacophony of mocking when I’m trying to sleep! I don’t think I’ve ever heard or read someone else thinking they were calling “Brit-ney” (or Brittany as I would spell it, subjectively) too! Oh Elsie, you crack me up. I’m so glad to be slicing again with you!
Me too!
Oh I just love this poem! I have a soft spot for poetry. I love the “Nature’s musicians twittering” line.
I enjoyed the the listening within this piece. There’s so much to invite us to stop and listen – thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Cute! You really made this small, ordinary moment come alive in a special way! (By the way, “cerulean” is one of my favorite words! 🙂
I love listening to the birds chatter and sing and then add in the cows in the back yard. A litany of music serenading us each day.
“Nature’s musicians twittering” Love hearing these musicians in the early morning. Makes for a pleasant start to the day. Love your poem.
Love your poem Elsie – must have made your day to hear those “words”
Delightful. Love this poem about noticing. I stepped out on my back porch this morning while it was still dark. I think it was too dark and cold for twittering. I did hear the hoarse caws of some crows though.
Reminding me to slow down and look, listen, write. Beautiful piece, Elsie. Love bird songs. A tiny and precious moment in time captured with the right rhythm. Really nice, Elsie!
I love this! Isn’t it great when we take the time to notice what’s happening around us? It gives new perspective. Makes me think of the saying, “Take time to stop and smell the roses.” Hmm…maybe the person who first said that was a writer?
A brilliant poem! As a bird lover, I especially appreciate how you captured the sounds and that “cerulean” blue sky. Your talents are many…I hope to see more of your poetry.
You are beautiful on the inside and “Prit-ty” on the outside! Thanks to the birds (and you) for sharing with us.
So calming reading this post. While I’m not doing the March SOL I’ll be watching!
I will miss your words.
Ah, I have mixed feelings about itmy friend. Celebrating weekly is my current goal.
Wonderful music with a wonderful message makes a wonderful poem.
I hope the birds weren’t the only ones celebrating your beauty. Mike should be singing of your beauty, too! 😉
I’m wondering…were the birds pets from a neighbor’s apartment or wild birds outside?
Wild birds. Remember it is still winter here and no one has doors and windows open. 🙂
haha…I didn’t think about that!
A reminder to stop and listen–even sounds give us something to slice about 🙂
Your descriptive writing transports me there. Lovely poem.
Sweet moment, a perfect slice.
A great reminder to stop and listen. Thank you.
Love what happened when you stopped to listen. And thanks for sharing it in such a poetic way!
Nature’s musicians twittering… Yesterday I only heard the wind… but thanks for the cheer!!!
Well of course they were talking to you!
Ha! Ha!
Ah, those sweet birds!
Slice of Life makes us take time to stop and listen! Thanks for sharing this early spring moment!
Absolutely precious! Take whatever compliments nature’s willing to give. 🙂