Where do you go?
When noises overwhelm?
Leaf blowers roar?
Wood-chippers whir?
Asphalt pavers rumble?
Newscasters argue?
Well, not far away is a quiet walkway.
Along Pennypack Creek.
Path with emerald canopy.
Tempting floral surprises.
Irises, fleabanes, buttercup figs, violet dames.
Riotous bouquets adorning each side.
Roses, empress blooms, honeysuckles.
Fragrance diffusers.
Geese idly sitting, watching passersby.
Gray catbirds flitting about.
Caterpillars inching along.
Here’s a place you can move.
March legs, swing arms.
Listen to the pat pad of your footfalls.
Watch blossoms whirl down.
Bathe in nature’s perfumes,
cleanse your lungs, your soul.
Breath sweetened by breezes.
Renewed, intact, whole.
Lynn Benjamin
May 16, 2024
