Leafy Lullaby

It was a beautiful day in the Crescent Beach neighbourhood.

    

Birds were flitting in and out of bushes and trees.

   

Spring is in full swing and although leaves are filling the branches, occasionally one is set loose by an unexpected gust that blows it from the rest. The buoyant journey of an unaware hapless leaf inspired my rhyme below.

   

Sometimes it seems humankind behave as hapless leaves thinking we are still attached to something, thereby, giving up on our own potential to course correct, personally as well as globally. April 22nd is World Earth Day, a time to reflect and get empowered.

     

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Forget-Me-Nots

"Not fair!" I lamented as a child when some small injustice came my way. It's no different now that my mature eyes have opened to far greater wrongs. People who accidentally sacrificed their lives doing good deeds for others can't speak or reflect but we can. My poem for Poets and Storytellers United is inspired by food-aid workers and all innocents killed or injured in wars. Too soon we move on to the next unfair thing, feeling powerless in a mysterious indifferent universe that commands our wonder.

The recent solar eclipse had millions star struck. For a few minutes onlookers were gleeful children scampering about in awe. B.C. had not much of a view so I watched the moon sail across North America on the news. It was one joyful scene after another. No blame games or the lunacy of humans causing harm to themselves and others.

Crowds viewing the aura-effect of the total eclipse sounded like flocks of excited birds, especially when a creeping darkness enveloped the daylight.

I saw none of the celestial event in person but on my Crescent Beach walk the next day, an occasional bird and fleeting clouds swept by in the sky.

   

In keeping with the cosmic theme, I gave this woman the star treatment. We're all sparks in a mystic scheme born for a fair shot in life that unfairly not everyone gets.

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Life Is A Pit Stop

“Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

  

The quote above is this week's Poets and Storytellers United prompt that resulted in a poem. When merely a bud, how little I knew about the passage of time and that life is a quick pit stop, a blink in the cosmic eye, designed to stretch out in and savour. I am learning this with age as I imagine the live Mona Lisa (painting below) did in her day. 

I visited Mona Lisa in 2010 and somehow feel closer to her now than I did then.

In the images that follow, I sought the lightness of early spring when leaves and blooms begin to unfurl and the sky and eagle watchers can still peek through to the other side. At whatever stage, we see all things aging and/or transforming, including billions of years-old Earth, most recently due to human activity as explained HERE.  

    

Explore more at Poets and Storytellers United, SKYWATCH and Saturday's Critters. 

Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.

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