This poem was written by Lindsay Davis, a kindred spirit in my life, just a few days ago. She brings the healing power of Nature and the essential teachings of Zen to her words without even trying.
Whispers from burnt sienna leaves
Central Park’s trees
standing tall and proud as mother nature
drops November rain
a child skips over puddles and announces his
presence with a jubilant
while a golden lab tip toes and protects
only the scent and sound of leaves soothe my mind
squirrels squirming through holes in the fence help me leave it all behind
graceful November fall
vigorous November fall
away from Zabar’s, noisy bars, Fairway, life not feeling fair today
away from ambition which blinds and corrupts each innocent action and expression
warding off a visit from depression in the
autumn whisper wind
dropping the masks, plunk
this is not the place for everyone
November clouds do not seek grandeur or gold
just to dim the sky
the little boy speaks of ice cream sundaes and the golden lab’s ears perk up
bright yellow leaf lightly falls in my lap
breeze catching curls on my neck
when the soul for something longs
but sits alone
it is nature which offers
a comfort song.
Thank you Lindsay.
You can check out more of Lindsay’s blog posts here.