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/
