On a bluff with a CLEAR view
I orient north, SOUTH, east, west
STUDY the hawk above
Focus on the STUMP below
On the breeze bits of fluff and STUFF float by
The woods are full of sensory delights
Things that have STUNK or STUNG,
Are equal invitations to experience wonder

Georg’ann

You take the same ROUTE each day,
yet are not STUCK in the same pattern.
Always finding something new to STUDY.
Or feeling comfort of the familiar,
even as you notice changes, oh so subtle.
Perhaps not even subtle,
like how buildings and trees come down.
While entire neighborhoods go up.
In the yard with toys strewn about,
a child was STUNG running
barefoot in the clover.
The next day he was there again,
laughing. His feet were bare.

Heather