Ideas Are All Around

“Let’s go see if we can find a poem”
I say to my two pups,
traveling companions
and adventurers extraordinaire.

Crisp morning air greets us
as we hit the streets
in search of inspiration.

Ahead a fox darts into the playground
past a stately old tree,
no children to witness the visitor.

We head up the slope
toward the red brick flounder house
where I sleep as a baby.

Yesterday’s rain
shakes from the branches
as a quickening breeze
ruffles the trees.

We start down towards the river bank
where an osprey nest
sits on a pylon just off shore,
the mother osprey watching
father pad their nest.

Out towards Jones Point,
where the lighthouse stands
marking the spot surveyors detailed
at Washington, D.C.’s inception.

Fiinally,
turning towards home
we hear the lone hoot
of an owl
resting high in an oak.

On our block
tiny crocuses
push up
through fresh mulch.

“My notebook is full of ideas!”
I say to Max and Georgia
as I unleash them,
offering a treat.

Poems are everywhere
if I just look up
from my life.

**This poem is a bit meta. It contains the seeds of many posts I have written this month.

5 thoughts on “Ideas Are All Around

  1. Terje's avatar Terje says:

    Poems truly can be found everywhere when you look for them with open heart and mind. I can picture you having fun using the seeds of your slices to create this poem.

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  2. It always surprises me how much nature surrounds us in the cities and suburbs. You have the best traveling companions or should I say, writing companions 🙂

    Your simple imagery is like a breath of fresh air. Can’t wait to read what you discovered or noticed today!

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