(In Forest Park)
Walking
Pausing
We sat
Watching a beetle,
My reflection lit upon its shell.
You, watching the leaves flutter,
Down, down, softly down.
Then two,
Gracefully dancing,
Causing no pain.
A baby snail
Tiny
Delicate late season blooms,
Tiny,
Almost unnoticeable.
- eightychoices.
The way your brain works makes me so thankful to know you. So much respect for nature, taking the time to notice the tiny details. I love you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Molly Proctor. Nature and Poetry are ways in which I can feel something greater than the human mundane. I love you too.
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