Stopping

Stop.

Stop & listen.  Watch.

Smell.  Are there any?

Feel–the cold on your face, the wind.

See the sun.  Been a stranger–hanging

out with the clouds.  Such uppityness.

The birds all hatched and grew to full

size in one day, it appears.

Like bees buzzing in the trees.

Breathe deeply.  The air is fresher

than anything inside.

I don’t blame people not braving

the cold.  I just bundle up and go.

Solitude and peace are their own

reward.

Stopping settles

smooths the ruffles

rests the soul.

Close up of Habanero English Daisy.

Close up of Habanero English Daisy.

Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

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