A Northwoods Lullaby
At night in the cabin loft,
I lie still as the wind
whispers through the pines
Now and then a loon cries
out from across the lake,
or an owl announces himself
from deep in the timber.
Beneath these night noises,
water laps at the rocky shore
slish slosh, slish slosh.
Their steady melody lulls
me to sleep.
The world will always serenade
those who take time to listen.
Draft, © 2020, Catherine Flynn
Previous “News From the Natural World” poems:
April 26: A Paddling of Mallards
April 25: World Penguin Day
April 24: Save the Birds
April 23: An Earth Day ABC
April 21: Nature’s Harmony
April 20: Crowns of Moss
April 19: Propagation
April 18: At the Pond
April 17: The Red Chair
April 16: Dear Venus
April 15: Listen
April 14: Ode to a Tide Pool
April 11: What Does A Bird’s Egg Know?
April 10: Clusters of Clover
April 9: Song of the Pink Moon
April 8: Jewel of the Jungle
April 5: Phantom of the Forest
April 4: To Build a Nest
April 3: Apple Cake
April 2: Specimen
April 1: Forest Snail
Reading to the Core 
“If we only take time to listen” – so right, Catherine. I wish everyone had the time & the way to get out into nature. I’ve read that many children here in our city have never been to the mountains though of course, they see them every day. Seems like we need the calm of nature more than every now.
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Thank you for helping me hear. Slish-slosh is a lovely sound.
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