My Own Way of Looking at Things
My Own Way of Looking at ThingsI see the beauty in the reds oranges, yellows of a sunrise.
I see the faces of leprechauns peering out from grains of wood,
as if to say, welcome,
and good morning.
I see the herd of cows chasing a cat
and wonder what the cat said to entrance such a following.
I see the glint in the eye
and the crinkle at the corners
and the hint of a joke forming in the mind
before it is words.
I see the blade of grass
and the buttercup
and the bee buzzing around,
and the crunch of footstep approaching.
I see the deep blue of the sea
approaching and beckoning to forever.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017