Wednesday, April 17, 2019

(In Forest Park)

(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.

2 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Thanks 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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