Looking out the window...
A shout out to Melissa for sharing with me my spelling error in yesterday’s poem. I’m sure it won’t be my last! Yet I’m keeping you all on your toes. :) Melissa, I appreciate your generous eyes and feeling comfortable enough to tell me.
This community rocks. I truly apprecaite you all for joining the conversation and keeping it real.
I See I stare out the window Maple smack dab in front of me She hangs on by a thread to four or five of her leaves Not ready to fly— to call it winter I see sometimes I hang on when I must let go.
What if you only focus on what is in front of you?
I wondered if your maple tree was a sugar maple? Imagine their suffering so I can have maple syrup on my waffles...
Your initials accompanying your drawings are drawn smoothly, stylishly, and cursively. Before too long they may require AI to decipher for the generations to come. “Marks left by extraterrestrial visitors? Latter day pagans? Druids?”
What’s in front of me and does it register? Sometimes I distract myself by simply overloading my concentration - my focus. Such a kaleidoscope of thoughts for me can quickly take on past and future as distractors, especially when the present part is not my cup of tea. Due to absence of maple syrup.
As always, to have the delight your early morning posts provide, is more than reason enough to rise and shine.
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your running make you write...
Love this poem, Julie. When I was a kid, the first thing I felt really good at was prose and poetry reading competitions. I went to the state finals one year reading, an O’Henry piece called The Last Leaf. This brings me back to that feeling.