deedeewisdom

My eyes first awoke to the moving truck, the whole family and many young bucks pitching in.
To where are they destined?

Then came the young woman readying for her bicycle sojourn, body ready for a challenge.

Turned the corner to hibiscus, shouting their glory silently to those who will admire them.

Around the bend the FOR SALE sign gone and new owners in, with a pile of firewood ready for a
Not so certain winter

Then on the right the retired man out surveying his property with special attention to the front porch.

Soon along on the right a tiny toddler at the screen with her unique and unintelligible greeting.

Meanwhile a white cat with pink collar sitting pretty at the third floor window.

And all along the sounds and smells and sights of the glorious morning, irresistible and iridescent.

Lo! a sparrow on a wire, a momentary pause.

Continuing now, a yard sale in the preparation stage, God does not make junk, though this looks like junk
to me.

A new electric pole now bound to the old, a month ago it was a tree in the forest of Maine.

Squirrel found a luscious wood fruit and covets it tightly in his mouth.

Two flags appear waving at me USA and MIA. The flagpole speaks to the wind.

Two elms reach over the road and give me a cool canopy.

As I near my home and leaves fall in the gentle breeze, I hum “Autumn Leaves”.

What if I had missed this walk, or took the walk and missed the scenes, souls and sounds?

Diane Findlen Garrow