Saturday, June 16, 2012

An Urban Jungle



I remember when I was quite young, five or four . . . and I was at a birthday 
party where I was quite bored and lonely for I was so shy and never quite 
knew how to BE with other kids. . . 
There was a beautiful, shady back yard with
many plants everywhere and a lovely lady took me under her wings 
and guided me around the garden for a time, 
sharing with me her knowledge of 
the plants that grew like wild things there . .. 
giving me leaves to sniff and
 insects to observe closely 
and songs of the birds to hear . . . 
I never forgot those moments, 
the peacefulness and the awe I felt . . . 
and I have always wanted to emulate that space 
in time ever since . .. for I believe that that was 
heaven and that lady was an angel . . . 
giving me a gift to cherish forever . . .

Today in the jungle of my yard . . . 

I remembered the gardens of my life . . .


Cultivated or not, life is everywhere . . .


Each thing unique to its kind . . .



And each thing unique to itself . . .


As the canopy of life gives us breath . . .


The basics of life gives us strength . . .


The colors of life give us heart . . .

The windows of life give us vision . . .

The vistas of life give us surprises . . .


The closeness of life gives us love.

 

 All pictures taken in my tiny back yard . . . it's a jungle out there . . .


2 comments:

syl said...

You see the beauty in the small things of life and that is art,
and you put that beauty in words
and that is the art of poetry.
Thank you for your art.
Syl

Wolfsong said...

Thank you, Syl . .. I appreciate your observations!