As we usher out May this weekend, I think it’s safe to say – and I hope I don’t jinx it – our weather is finally taking a turn for the better here in Newfoundland. The grass is greener, the breeze is softer, and seabirds are everywhere, paired off for mating season. Our cats think they are in heaven, now that their world has expanded well beyond the windowsills they’ve looked through all winter.
I am in love with this time of year, when Nature renews itself and Summer is stretched out before us in a long daisy-chain of possibilities. As I look out at the sea and sky, I witness the return of the gannets, diving like torpedos into the waves for food. Even the arctic terns are making an appearance after their annual migratory trek across the continent.
Here is a poem I wrote two years ago about seabirds, specifically, our faithful friends, the Seagulls. I am reblogging it because many of you weren’t followers when I first posted it in 2012 and I thought you might enjoy it.
Squeal of Seagulls
Seagulls, squealing a Spring duet,
Swim in pairs near rounded rocks
Glide like swans in sheltered inlets
As domesticated flocks.
Salty breezes, lapping ebb tides
Racing waves that slap the shore
Flat horizon, sun-drenched plateau
Perfect point o’er which to soar.
Wheeling, turning, white forms glinting
All-consumed to multiply
Nests to feather, what e’er the weather
Tasks that cover sea and sky.
Sun sets, wind drops, cold fog creeps in
From the east without a sound
Just the squeal and cry of seagulls
Twilight song of fishing grounds.
There they wait for dove-gray babies
Soon to hatch with urgent cheeps
There they wait among the crab shells
Crouched in darkness, cold and deep.
Who are some of your feathered friends?
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone! ❤