The night’s newly-fallen snow coaxed me into the canyon for a solitary hike. As I trudged along, often sinking up to my knees, I tried to focus upward on the beauty around me. But I have noticed how often I focus downward on the trail and miss seeing that beauty. This poem is about perspective, about looking up to see and to have our soul enriched and uplifted.
LOOKING UP
Hiking
this precarious trail
I am guilty
of looking always down
at the rocks and roots
that would send me sprawling,
tumbling, bleeding
I am missing it:
streaks of Tanager and Goldfinch
leaves green upon green
Oregon grape blossoms: yellow cream
orange-lichened branches arching over
blue sky above
this Black-capped Chickadee
sings to me
demanding I stop
insisting I look up
to see her
to see the world
and I invite her to come into me
and to fly around freely in my soul
Roger is the author of Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road. The book tells the true life story of an obscure farm road and its power to transform the human spirit. The book is available in print and for Kindle at Amazon. See Rabbit Lane reviewed in Words and Pictures.
Sounds like a touch of Spring was on your mind, Roger. 🙂
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