Observations in nature

A feather

Drifting in the wind

Has no weight.

 

 

Wings

Heavy with pollen

Can’t fly straight.

 

A mushroom grows on a tree.

You’ll never see it

Tucked safe

In the shadow of the elm.

It lives

In fetid solitude.

Reviews

[inconsistentsea]

This is beautiful, made all the more so because nature is beautiful partly because of what could be considered ugly. A single feather, pollen-laden wings, fungus, all of these things on their own may not be necessarily attractive but when placed in a larger picture they become pieces of a gorgeous whole.

Just like with people, perhaps the most beautiful ugliness is that which we cannot see. That is what I am getting.

I really enjoyed the description of the mushroom, "...fetid solitude." Wonderful.

[Adelise Eclair]

The subtle peace that makes its way amid all the noises. My own interpretation on this poem.