I rested upon some leaves of grass this morning;
Dabbling as the park drakes dipped in the rippling
Pond shimmering sunlight reflections against green:
The distant traffic as irrelevant as desert sand dunes
Beyond the screen, for all the notice the ducks took,
And us, aware of such, see what they mean
Posted on May 12, 2018, in Ecology, poetry, rewilding, Uncategorized and tagged dusk, environment, grass, leaves of grass, oasis, park, poem, poems, poetry, rewilding, rewinding ourselves, spring, walt whitman. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.