Welcome
to the Imaginary Garden…
Greetings word
lovers. This is my first fly over the garden, and I can’t stop grinning at the
view. I almost messaged Kerry to let her know that I was too ill to post on my
first week—conjunctivitis and a horrid summer cold. I even wrote a haiku
inspired by my troubles. Yes, I was that delirious. But I changed my mind at
the last minute, strolled through old photos I took at some of my favorite
woody parts, and made myself feel better. Here is a glimpse of what soothed me:
My Piano Man
and I ran into this beauty while we were hiking in Breakheart Reservation,
Boston.
I was stuffing
my face with blackberries in Friday Harbor, Washington, when I noticed this wee
fellow staring at me.
Can you see
this one? I almost crushed it. I was climb-crawling a rock face, in Yosemite
National Park, and my hand almost landed on it. As you can see, it was nice
enough to pose for a picture.
I hope you
enjoyed the natural eye delight. Now let’s do what we do best: share a poem, visit other word lovers, and let your heart dance and sparkle
(or weep, if necessary) with the miracle that is reading poetry that emanates
from the soul.