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An ordinary day silently begins
sunlight streaming through windows
setting the honey-hued wood floors aglow
pretend not to notice the wolf spider
under the cabinet about their spider business
make pesto with the last of the basil
with walnuts, I think
out for a walk
under a chalky blue sky bereft of clouds
or bombs
or rockets
trees filled with leaves
fiery red, ochre, pale green, dark-hued pines
still, on this breathless day
listen to the trees
where everything is told that I need to know
As part of writing eco-poetry and environmental stories and lessons for my grandchildren, an awareness of the privilege to do so, out of harm’s way, is necessary. Every day carries the imperative of doing more.
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