I Just Have to Sit Down and Write

I JUST HAVE TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE

Today is too lovely,
too filled with Springtime,
to pick weeds.

Let them grow
and let it rain
so their roots
will yield to
my exercising.

I want to make poetry
out of seeds
and weeds,
of plants
and bushes.

I want to join in
the chorus
of birds
and watch the
squirrels swirl
around the feeders.

I want to smell the
lilac and honeysuckle,
hear the mantra sounds
of our zen waterfall.

I want to sit in the
swing and open my
body and soul
to the shining sun.

I want to smile and
weep a bit,
just sitting in the wonder
of it all.

Springtime is all about
the power of
resurrection and
survival,
making something
out of nothing,
waiting and watching
as Nature dances and
delivers her mystical bounty.

Making poetry out of
Springtime
is all about
being still,
just looking around,
smelling the soft fragrance,
even
waiting until it rains
to pull a few weeds.

-Hal Edwards
Wauconda
May 6, 2015