
Don’t feign being so busy
that you can’t..
admire the azalea
and the pigment pattern
of senescent leaves
on strawberry trees.
that you can’t..
blow a dandelion seedhead,
or notice a shamrock
and its tiny flowers.
that you can’t..
how swallow birds
cling to the walls,
making their mud nests.
that you can’t..
stop for inhaling
divine lemon blossoms
or enjoy the dappled shade
under a catkin-laden oak
that you can’t..
see the marine fog
creeping inland.
the chrysalis starting
its journey for butterfly.
that you can’t..
see the moon rising
in the eastern sky.

Don’t act so occupied.
It’s in vain.
Spend time marveling at the
spectacles of nature
for your time is shrinking,
you are a mortal being.
About the Creator
Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 days ago in Fiction

Comments (1)
Fab poetry, small poem that says volumes ♦️♦️♦️