I was drawn to the sharpness of these leaves, the tiny points that will scratch the unsuspecting, the unwary.
Life is so interesting sometimes…
Come find rest in the shade of my leafy branches but don’t get too close. I’m here for you but only to a point. This is a common theme in nature, supporting others while protecting self.
I’ll leave it to you to draw any parallels to our current lives in quarantine.
A perfect web, symmetrical and flawless, stretched between the garage and exterior light. The spider that had woven it hung nearby under the eaves of the garage waiting for day to turn to night. Then it crawl down to its delicate creation and walk across to perch in the center and wait for its meal to arrive. It was a process the little boy had watched for several dusks in a row. He was captivated by the tiny creature.
The little boy was captivated by all sorts of creatures. The spider that had adopted his garage was just the latest. Before, he had watched a hummingbird build a nest in a tree in his backyard until eggs appeared and then hatched and the even tinier birds filled the next and grew and flew away. Before that, he had watched a caterpillar build a chrysalis and then later break free and fly away as a butterfly. It had danced in the breeze, graceful, beautiful, and then fluttered lifted up and over his yard’s wall and out of sight.
He had lots of time to sit and watch life. The vantage point of his chair, his constant companion since the accident, gave him the perfect opportunity to observe, to learn. At first he had hated the chair, of course. It had been a prison cell, his punishment for the mistakes that had led to the accident. Over time he had grown used to it, though, until he had become a part of him. While that was happening he began to see things around him more clearly. He never would have noticed the caterpillar if not for the chair. He’d have been too busy running and jumping, climbing and swinging, dashing about in his normal frenzied play to have seen the slight movement, the less than a breeze stirring it created as it inched down the leaf. But he had seen it and he had watched all that happened after. That opened the whole world to him.
The waves glowed as they crested and crashed under the moonlit sky. It had been a long time since I’d been to the beach in the dark. I had forgotten the serene beauty of the water, sand and sky. The constant churning of the ocean even seemed muted so as not to disturb the moment. A couple planets watched on with the multitude of stars. I stepped to the edge of the tide’s reach up the shore and waited for the last of the sun’s influence to slip away from the far horizon and decided it really should not be so long between nighttime visits to the coast.
I may speak often of my love for the mountains but there is magic in all wild places and that magic calls to me. Have you ever watched the stars wink on the tide? Have you ever seen the moon echo beyond the breakers? Have you ever felt the memory of the day’s heat fading away in the soft sand between your toes? What could any of these be but magic? I hear the call of all the wild places. It tugs at my heart and directs my eyes and ears. As always, I must answer.
The shadow caught my eyes as it flashed across the ground. I jerked my head up to find the source only to spot a leaf floating down from the branches above. The two seemed at impossible odds. How could the shadow move so fast compared to the dancing leaf? Perhaps it was just one more of those truths that science could attempt to explain but I would prefer to remain a magical mystery… So, I watched the leaf as it twisted and paused, dropped and spiraled, until it came to a soft landing on the grass at my feet. The first of many I witnessed that day where the shadow sped across my vision while the leaf waltzed with the breeze.
For today’s post, i challenged myself to write a terrible haiku. I claim victory on this one. No matter what you say in the comments, I know I have successfully met this challenge:
This haiku is fluff
I didn’t give you long enough
To send me prompt stuff
Plus it’s terrible
Rhymes can’t save unbearable
With nothing seasonal
I’mma stop right here
This has gone too far I fear