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
on this road.
mud on boots
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/