the lush landscape of ordinary
Just now, beyond my garden, is a wall of trees, still hanging on
to fresh spring green, a swath called verdant.
It’s so humid I can literally see the air hanging between me
and those trees, I can feel it on the floor as I walk
to the kitchen in summer’s bare feet.
A heron flies high in the sky towards the swamp, and I wonder
if there are fish there again for him to eat,
after the drought a few years ago that killed them all.
Hummingbirds visit the feeder attached to my studio window,
always announcing their arrival with the
loud buzzing of impossible bee-wings.
Rain gathers in the sky again, a drum beat
pounding its way to a storm.
I sit here and I listen and I watch.
I feel my feet taking root in this emerald city that
surrounds me, and when I get up to go inside,
I tread lightly.
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Comments
treading lightly has just the right timbre
Posted by: honeylazar | June 25th, 2014 09:37
You paint such a beautiful image. I love seeing herons fly overhead, they have such a distinct shape. We’ve been having a lot of storms here. Hoping they subside.
Posted by: Kathryn Dyche Dechairo | June 25th, 2014 11:14
i love it when it seems we live in the same place, all those miles between us notwithstanding. (i hope there were fish.)
Posted by: d smith kaich jones | June 26th, 2014 09:49