Finding the Lovely

I looked up

That is one majestic tree I thought

I stopped

Drawn to the branches

Each clad in 

Red, yellow, green

Golden brown or rust

Colored leaves

Swaying in the gentle breeze.

Against the blue sky

In the distance

She was a beauty

Right there

In the street.

I picked up a leaf

I walked on 

With a smile

For I realized

All around us,

We can always

find the ‘lovely’.

Comments

  1. Tracy BroschMarch 20, 2024 at 6:00 AM

    So much beauty in the world when we look for it :)

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  2. Barbara EdlerMarch 20, 2024 at 7:04 AM

    I love the color and imagery in your poem and how you show your actions. Your last line is perfectly delivered. Yes, to finding the 'lovely". Beautiful poem.

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    1. PensMarch 20, 2024 at 10:05 PM

      I should make it a point to AlWAYS look for the lovelies <3

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  3. JulietteMarch 20, 2024 at 12:30 PM

    I agree. Seek it and you will find it, the 'lovely".

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  4. RamonaMarch 20, 2024 at 1:37 PM

    As a fellow tree lover, I like the line: "Drawn to the branches". You nailed it then with those last two lines:
    We can always
    find the 'lovely.'
    I agree with you and I usually find it outside.

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    1. PensMarch 20, 2024 at 10:06 PM

      Same, Ramona. Nature has so much to share with us all

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  5. Cathy HutterMarch 20, 2024 at 4:27 PM

    Your poem is an example of the lovely around us. Your writing is a wonderful reminder to be mindful of our surroundings. They often provide a beauty we become too accustomed to and miss its true loveliness.

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    1. PensMarch 20, 2024 at 10:08 PM

      Thank you! So much 'loveliness' around us to discover, appreciate and enjoy

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