Mother Nature’s Palm …
In Mother Nature’s Palm
On waking in my soft warm bed,
Wind howls outside these walls.
I watch the treetops bend and sway,
The sound of Nature calls.
Feeling lazy like a sloth
I push the bedspread back.
I yawn and put my feet to floor,
Then rub my aching back.
Shuffling to the kitchen,
I put the kettle on,
Then wander out onto the porch,
To butcher birds in song.
I sit back on my outdoor chair,
And look towards the trees,
A cat rubs up against my leg,
Where would I rather be?
With cup in hand, I sit and stare,
Relaxing in the calm,
Appreciating where I live:
In Mother Nature’s palm.
I had intended to write a poem on a totally different subject, and indeed, I even started to write it. However, the subject matter was far from uplifting and made me dwell on a recent unhappy situation. I really needed to start the day with something more pleasant. Hence, I wrote this short poem instead. I am glad I did.
John Hansen © 2016
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