In It
Past day break
sky dense and dark
jewel weed about to burst
the sound of the world
exhaling through the tops of trees
elms, elders telling tales of woe
indigo buntings faint in the distance
only this, only this, only this
Buzz in ear
bugs in eye
life as invasive as honeysuckle vine
bumps amd bruises on locust bark
damp sweetness gathering all around
only this, only this
Bench of fallen maple
chittering of squirrel
bird song cacaphony
suddenly silent.
Rain: a delicious dripping cavort
only this
Play of leaves aloft
black-eyed susans on the ground
one red-eyed vireo
in some impatient voice
scratch of pen on pad on knee
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So much here to love, Jim. The “only this” of the indigo buntings, these lines: “the sound of the world
exhaling through the tops of trees” Such keen observation throughout, and what it leads to. Great capture of the moment leading to creation.
you invoke all the senses, especially the color indigo and the sound of its call, up to the moment of inspiration
I love this snapshot of early morning nature you gifted us!
And if you
weren’t there
to record it,
did it really
happen?
This poetic snapshot is full of rich imagery. I love: “life as invasive as honeysuckle vine”
“life as invasive as honeysuckle vine” – Oh, but what a beautiful invasion” So real, I got a bug in my eye!
“Rain: a delicious dripping cavort” – Yes!!