Where to Look

Birds may chatter. I walk by.
Trees prepare to greet the Sun
That concentrates on shiny things
Like bonds held true with golden rings.
The birds rejoice when morning’s come.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah Russell is asking us to focus on the thing rather than explicitly describing something abstract which the reader is supposed to guess, but I am not sure what it is myself.

Photos: “Movement”, above, and “Birds Minding Their Own Business”, below.

Birds Minding Their Own Business