Poetry

SPRING LISTENING

Away from the traffic’s endless rumble

I walk up a country road

flanked on each side by breathing ditches

sticky bud trees

quiet teachers of time.

Invisible birds sing out of somewhere

I slow

my pace

on this road.

Relishing sounds

mud on boots

squelching footsteps

gravel and moss.

Candyfloss clouds, sunshine, and shadows

flowers at the side of the road.

A honeybee moves from a pale yellow petal

tasting the nectar of nature’s life force.

Picking nettles, I stop to ponder

how medicine grows in these fields.

A ladybird pauses; blades of grass quiver

as all living things call out to Spring.

Kathryn Crowley 2020. Click here to return to the front page: https://artyshe.com/

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