There must have always been foxes
around the garden homes,
rabbits crossing the morning road,
ducks playing in storm drain puddles. What else
have I not noticed? Snakes?
Martians? A medal
from the elementary school, sorely missed,
I imagine.
There must have always been foxes
around the garden homes,
rabbits crossing the morning road,
ducks playing in storm drain puddles. What else
have I not noticed? Snakes?
Martians? A medal
from the elementary school, sorely missed,
I imagine.
Author of "Rainbow Crow" and "The Joy of Poetry," both from TS Poetry Press. Writer and editor here, there, and a bit of everywhere.
I remember sitting very very still the year I began my “God in the Yard” journey three years ago. Over time during that practice of sitting and listening I wondered (watching leaves leap from limb to branch in the trees in our yard), “Wow, what else have I missed.”
It’s good to be able to look up now and then.
(Martians? probably not)
“Watching leaves leap?” Where is the brain check button? “Squirrels,” not leaves. Sheesh.