view of Nature

view of Nature refreshes my soul

nourishes what is creative within me

blindness might coerce me

into taking in what i have heard

without assimilation of sounds

chirps, trills, clicks, hisses

rumbles, snaps, growls, crashes thunders, squeaks, peeps, crackles

barks, yaps, yelps, snarls, roars

whines, yips, bays, murmurs

Nature touches our pitiful attention

in many ways we keep too busy

to hear, feel, smell, taste with the degree

of richness given to us

loved beauty

 a second sunrise he

has missed on earth

who designed our father’s

funeral brochure, pastel

with small plane gliding over fields between surrounding hills

if only one of us could now

create his with as much

loved beauty.

Sistine

 the Sistine chapel is lined with pews

overwhelmed, we sit

struggling to breathe

look down to pray for strength

to lift our heads to gape, to scan

to try to take in rich colors, human

forms, human motives and actions

divine presence watching with dismay

our petty hubris, undeserving

of the Lord of all life’s

reaching out

upright joy

music heals her soul, frees her creativity, showers her with joy

so, being without her piano for five months wore into her being

imagine then her excitement awaiting the delivery of her niece’s

loaned upright and exuberance when it arrived to fit against the angled wall

of her new, happy home

Alisa joyous to see Robyn’s piano arriving

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