So I’m kind of using nature so far to create. This poem was inspired by this video
Once, we didn’t fly.
We looked up and saw birds
and wondered how they got there.
We dreamed of flying,
knowing things went up into the air and fell back down to the earth
Our curious natures kept us wondering
until we starting noticing
thinking, believing, and experimenting
until the day came that we learned we could fly too
a seemingly impossible task
left to our wonder and amazement
until the day came when we learned how to do it
like all of the other things
we came to believe in the impossible
until it became probable
into reality and being
which leads us all to wonder
what is next.
You wander in the woods of our culverts
pecking at your treasure, our trash
curious as to it’s reliability as food
wondering who else might steal it.
Shiny black, eyes peering,
not really looking at me but aware
coveting your 7-Eleven slurpee cup
hopping to it’s movement in the grass
protecting your find.
When we are all gone
will you be better off without us?
And so it begins….enjoy
Outside my door
the fragrance of flowers
the buzzing of small bees enjoying their nectar
the chirps of birds
the signs of spring.
Noticing these I am content
with what the world is offering:
Tiny leaves come tumbling down the street
as if to warn me with high, sweeky voices
“The wind is coming! The wind is coming!”
And around the corner, the wall of you hits me
as if to threaten of things to come
and your potential for destruction
and like that you are gone
only to rumble throughout the trees
filling the air with the sound of your fury
and your possibility.
This is my picture, we’re up at Mt. Baker in Whatcom County, WA. You’re looking down at a glacier stream. I spent a few hours with my dear friends carefully traversing over snow pack that was melting, but not enough to open the rest of the area before winter’s approach. We got to experience the quick weather changes, it went from really cold to warm in a matter of minutes. We carefully went to one of the many waterfalls that were carrying the melting snow pack to the streams and rivers below. And that crisp mountain air filled my lungs and gave my heart a little boost. I love snow.