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

OUR STORYBOOK SKY

Our Storybook Sky

I found myself walking on my familiar journey 

surrounded by a great darkness 

that encompassed my winding path.

 

I kept my usual pace until by happenstance

I gazed skyward   

 beyond the stubble and dips and crevices

of my ordinary life,

finding myself bathed and gathered upward 

 into the mystery of the Milky Way.

 

One solid glance

and everything changed.

A strange door opened within

the secret chambers of my soul.

A shift, a reflective awareness, seized me.

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