Wrapped in Wonder

I love the night and stars and voice of birds
that through the dark can belt a song which trills
so sharp and clear it seems they sing with words.
The sound comes back to me from blackened hills.

Tree frogs clutched rough bark and they, too,
joined the serenade

of mockingbird that perched on slanted top
of house.  When I came home at night, her song
was smooth and loud and other sounds would stop–
I listened–felt akin to one born free.

A June bug, with string attached to leg,
buzzed from the lilac bush.

So much has changed since carefree teenage years
but still the nature that I love calls out
in baby robin’s squeak, in raindrop tears
and rabbit ice that spews from winter sprout.

The whippoorwills now call from
distant, darkened hills.

These joys will ever be my quilt, I pray,
and blanket me with warmth each icy day.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Called a Sonakit, this form was created by Kitty Yeager, a member of
Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas. It has free verse added between the
stanzas of a Shakespearean sonnet.

10 comments on “Wrapped in Wonder

  1. spunkonastick says:

    Miss those moments.

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  2. lovely…love night sounds…so quiet…so peaceful…

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  3. Catherine Johnson says:

    Ooh I love the form and your words are beautiful, Freeda.

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  4. patlaster says:

    Did this poem win? It should have! p

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  5. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    This was a good read, they all are, but this one is a reminder that things get better, winter is going spring is on they and things do get brighter

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