Small poem #1: Running through trees
Running through trees from sunlight to sunlight
Running through trees
from light to light
not famous, no status
but known.
Boom! With my next book of poems, How To Be Old, almost ready for the printers, I’m ready to wash them out of my mind and make room for more.
I think they will mostly be tiny poems. I think they will all change later on as I review them and edit them.
I hope they will cheer you and give you something different to think about. Every day, pretty much, I walk through trees on Mt Victoria, Wellington. (Occasionally I half-jog just a tiny bit.) Mt Victoria is almost at my back door — hey, let me show you the view from my desk this very minute. Does that cheer you?
View from my study window. Mt Victoria, Wellington is calling.
Lucky you to live next door to such a wonderful place.
Talk about lucky! I sure am.
💖❤️🥰
I have a mountain view from my computer, too. I count myself extremely fortunate to have living art that changes constantly throughout the day.
Wonderful view!
What a lovely view from your window! I like the tiny poem. If more poems were tiny, I think more people would read poetry. 🙂
I know, they’re not scary poems. My new book has a couple of pages of these. I call the Fortune cookies”.
Fabulous view. Enjoyed your poem
Nice!
i love your view. I can look down at my daughter’s house which is also a satisfying vista.
We love what we have, and that has changed many times for me. But this is perfect, for sure.
It looks very inspiring.
Lovely to see your view Rachel and I love the tiny poems
Hiya Trish!