They come out of nowhere...finding you when you least expect them.
Possibly it was being back on my island home after an extended absence....or longing for the time to compose just for me and not for work or maybe it was my awareness of the poetry day tomorrow, a day of sharing.
Perhaps it's just been lying inside me quietly waiting to be heard. Whatever it is, my rythmic voice found it's way to the surface this morning and i'm feeling brave enough to share my own poetry today.
The sound of the waves on the north shore
Chickadees chipping their breakfast song in the pines over the path
The coarse cawing of the crows as they find themselves interrupted
A blanket of pine needles soft under my socked feet with no shoes
The just barely crisp air of an almost frost
Salt and pine and meadow grasses creating their sweet late autumn bouquet
Warm white light making its way through the grey fog and mist to call the day forward
The quiet padding of the boys as they make their way on the morning rounds sniffing everything they encounter as though they’ve never been this way countless times
Every moment of this new morning
Thinking, it does not matter how many times
They are all unique and yet