Today I got a card in the mail from a friend. There were bluebirds on the cover and it was full of poetry. These.
The Poetry Prompt for today is to write a poem about Discovery.
Stand just there on the sandy bank of the river.
There, where the water laps over the roots
of the ancient sycamore. There, where the bridge
and the memory of a bridge run over the waters.
Listen for the rustle and murmur of dawning,
the whisper of wavelets, the groan of the trees,
the sudden wild call of robin: thrush of morning,
leading the dawn chorus, unwrapping the day.
What will you discover this daybreak, this borning?
What stories will otter bring you? And heron?
What are the words that the river will give you
there, as the sun spreads the golden road before you?
1. A warm purring cat on my lap.
2. Kind words. Always be kinder than necessary. People are. So often.
3. Watching Looney Tunes with the kids. How they laugh!
4. Getting real mail in the mailbox. Not bills or Netflix or checks or flyers, but real mail.
May we walk in Beauty!