seabirds
their voices speaking a language
I can no longer understand
I stand in the ocean
and wait for a translation
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
seabirds
their voices speaking a language
I can no longer understand
I stand in the ocean
and wait for a translation
thecourseofourseasons 
Your poem reminds me that my own understanding of and connection with the natural world waxes and wanes. We need a way to open our ears and awaken our senses.
What a BEAUTIFUL photo that is, my friend. The birds will sing sweetly in tones you understand, in good time………….
beautiful! ❤