
frosted hazel nut catkins
Getting caught up in anger
over the way things ‘should be’
we fail to see what is –
beauty, order, incredible colours,
animals, seasons, fruit, sky,
awesome beauty –
Why do we fail to see it.
Why does our focus narrow down to such smallness
as money, things, what we have
or do not have.
One needs only to stand outside at night,
look up at stars, moon,
listen to rustle of cedar boughs,
peep of tiny birds finding places to sleep in the eaves,
smell coldness of crisp air.
It is perfect.
The world is perfect.
It is our perspective that is not.
©1999 Sharron R. McMillan
Thank you Heather. 😉
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So true! Nature is so powerful and can, given the chance, bring us back to sanity! Love the poem!
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