If I limit my access to social and news apps and open the window to the outdoors, I do better.
The window lets in
- the feel and sound of the wind,
- the glint of water droplets on spruce needles,
- the brown-eyed wariness of the deer,
- the quick boldness of the robin,
- the optimism of the daffodil nodding in the breeze,
- the smell of spring emerging outside,
- and a reminder of something larger than myself and my anxiety.
Let me be as vigilant for beauty as for threats.
It’s rare to find a non-fiction, nature writer who also does poetry.To do so is an achievement. I stick to prose alone for my short stories and novellas. I am jealous of the poets for they know how to intensify language in ways I don’t understand.
I like the structure of your poen with the opening line (and photo). I particularly enjoy the series of very vigilant insights into beauty. The series anchors the last of the series about something larger and the concluding line. Very well done.
A lovely reminder to remain open to experience. Thank you!