What Nature Brings

Every day something blooms,

a songbird fills

the breeze

with music.

I wait in anticipation

of the next day wondering

what will

nature bring?

. . .

A poet is someone—you, me, anyone—who writes poems.
—Jerome Judson

Spring oozes with opportunity to explore nature, to bathe in the fragrance of blossoms. As dew falls on the flowers, an early morning walk through the garden reveals droplets hanging. Are they tears of sadness or joy?

I wrote today’s poem a couple of weeks ago when the azaleas were resplendent. So many blossoms filled the garden, I hardly knew where to point my camera. Every petal begged for my attention. 

And I? I turned my attention to each one with a photograph and a poem. 

I will never let go.

pink red buds blossom on a single branch with blue sky and limbs in the background. Text: Poetry centers the heart. by Kathryn LeRoy

. . .

And always—

Be kind. Be brave. Be you.

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Photo: Azalea Tears © Kathryn LeRoy