11/6/2023 land(!), R, 2:30-4:00
In the midst of so much death, sadness, bad news and turmoil – surrounded by supportive sounds of crickets, grasshoppers and leaves rustling in the wind
Such sweet nourishing scents lift and lighten
And wind lifts fluffy white milkweed seed from its pod
Leaves gently fall from above, seeds helicopter their way down
Goldens, browns, greens, maroons still watercolor trees
Brilliant water glimmers from behind the trees
Mesmerizing, living, breathing algae(?) along the N shore of 5
Nature needs not stop to ponder grief nor turmoil
Nature is ever-present, without judgment, reassuring
Nature just is
