The City

Watch the swallows by the window

As they dive dance, spin and sway

Buoyant on warm dawn breezes

heralding the new day

 

Hear the hum of the city waking

Catch a breath of forest air

Know the chaos that is waiting

Carry stillness with you there

7 thoughts on “The City”

  1. Lovely poem, Diana, and captivating image. I like the idea of carrying the stillness gained from your time in the forest back to the city so you can cope with the chaos there. That’s something we all need from time to time ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Well thank you! I’m so fortunate to be a block away from the edge of the forest Pete! Yet I can still zip to work in 12 minutes if I hit the lights just right ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      1. That sounds so perfect ๐Ÿ™‚ Kind of similar here. I live about 5mins walk from the countryside. I can see the woods where there is a rookery from the window as I type. Work is about half an hour a way through towns in a morning, longer on the afternoon.

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      2. I think our proximity to nature definitely helps with the creative flow, when I lived in a busier downtown location all I wanted to do was binge watch Netflix!

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