On a grey morning, bright yellow
fields of flowers
caught my eye and
lifted me up,
caused me to pay attention to
spots of beauty —
pink crepe myrtles
feathery grass —
shifted my thoughts and reminded
me to focus
on here and now
not there and then.
Raucously shouting fall is here,
geese fly over
on a cool day
refreshed by rain.
The grass is greener and willows
drip, creeks gurgle,
full but contained.
Crepe myrtles bend.
All the while victims of Harvey
in shock, wonder
how they will find
strength to move on.
Best antidote for feeling low:
go outside and
see what Mother
Nature has on
her menu at this moment, seen
and unseen. A
full palette of
greens, tender breeze,
shadows snaking up knotted trunks,
clouds drifting by,
earth’s fecund scent,
there just for you.
untangling the web