I haven’t posted my poetry here before until now.
Many people have told me that it’s not wise to post poetry publicly on websites because you may want to publish them someday. But I’m at a point in my life where I would just like to share when I can, in the forum I choose, because keeping words all to yourself defeats the purpose of expression. I won’t post all of my works on this blog, but here and there I become inspired.
Yesterday was one of those days.
There is a saying from Luther Standing Bear that states:
A man’s heart away from nature becomes hard; lack of respect for growing, living things soon leads to a lack of respect for humans too.
I think of this saying often when I fall into the routine of not taking in enough moments of nature that I appreciate when I am surrounded by it. Living in South Dakota was a treasure trove of beauty. The city and suburban life of Dallas/Fort Worth gives you pockets of green space but nothing like what you experience in places that are encompassed in scenery.
Yesterday I decided to walk outside to the backyard, sit and take in such a pocket.
Taking my break
with the patter of rain.
Each drop reaching
It’s more than sounds of
City blaring, churning.
It’s the sound of each leaf
becoming wet with just
But the rain not quite heavy…
Enough — yet– to snap
© Jenice Johnson