Photo: Grace@Everyday Amazing
In another part of our country, towards the west, a wildfire in Fort McMurray rages on. People are evacuating and moving to safer towns leaving behind their burning homes. I think about other cities burning now, not just from wildfires, but from war. Migrants are still drowning and dying in their journey. The political conversation across our border (US) is just as nasty with words of hate and destruction. I walk steadily along path, marveling the weeping willow trees and few magnolia blooms.
I inhale the cold spring air. The stress of the workdays and negative thoughts unravel and disappear. My spirit embraces the new season of beginnings. I see the field dotted with yellow daffodils and birds and baby squirrels leaping behind the bush. The meadow is greening with dew and evening rain. I smell pine cones and wet soil ready for seeding. Potted flowers hung from the balconies, welcoming to home.
as nature gifts me with spring flowers-
my heart is at peace
“Home is everything you can walk to.”
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Hosted by Bjorn ~ Thanks for the visit ~