Un-ignorable Beauty

Beauty can show up in the smallest packages as we walk through life. A few weeks ago, just before the countryside became peppered with wildflowers, this tiny bloom screamed loud enough for my soul to hear it. This tiny bloom was so full of energy it would not, could not, be ignored. I was walking along lost in thought when it caught my eye and reminded me to push pause on my overactive mind. Nature is filled with beautiful finds, even on a neighborhood roadside walk, if we broaden our observation and quiet our mind.

E.A. Fussell

04/20/2019

Truth

Getting to the truth of a thing

It’s kind of like digging for good dirt

Sometimes the earth

Is soft and compliant

The soil is easily turned

Willingly revealing layers underneath

So easy, allowing us to

Push our hands into the dirt

Pull up clumps of weeds

Plow a path for a Spring flower trail

Sometimes the earth is hard

Unyielding

Protecting the dirt

Layering diversions

Of hard rock

Perilous gulfs of varying elevations

Deterrents to digging

Deterrents to plundering

The precious soil

Explosives

Bulldozers

Full-on destruction

We press on

Digging deeper

In search of the elusive dirt

And what happens

When we have finally found

The precious place to build

The right foundation

Was it worth it

Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive

Too raw

Too damaged

Getting to the truth

Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake

Only to reveal something

Too fragile to take

E.A. Fussell

3/17/2019

Crows Feet 2

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On my roof

In the trees

On the street

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

Scavengers

Messengers

What omen to impart

Are you telling me

To open up my heart

Or keep it closed

Locked down tight

As you take your flight

Will you return

Or leave me here to burn

In speculation

What is your destination

What is mine

I’ve lost all sense of time

Yet time marches on

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On a more sensitive surface

The surface of my skin

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

E.A. Fussell

3/16/2019

(2nd 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)

Crows Feet 1

Spring is almost here

Fall reflects itself in my mirror

The crows feet upon my face

Have left their dubious trace

Spring is drawing near

The fever to roam familiar

The crows feet mark a warning

Not many days left will be dawning

Spring, when it comes each year

Brings reminders of youth

And lack of fear

The crows feet get deeper

Reminders that a good life is cheaper

Than one lived on the edge

Always teetering on a ledge

E.A.Fussell

3/16/2019

(1st 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)