I declare
today is my favorite day.
and
majestic oak tree, you are my favorite oak tree.
and
you, sweet maple tree,
growing in the shadow of said massive oak—
with your red beauties blanketing green grass,
enflaming the ground,
merging sky & earth—
are my favorite maple tree…
it’s upon the change of seasons
where
I tend to be reminded of the
miracles that exist within our every
breath:
whole universes exist in microscopic bundles
that I sometimes forget
about,
as I glide within the rhythm of ticking, sweeping
second-hands…
but I don’t, though —
forget, that is — for
it is impossible to ignore what I know and feel
as infallibly
as I do my own
skin.
never too far away
the wonder exists.
I can’t help it
L.S. 10/2/23
Found myself all alone, in the kitchen, dancing around like a maniac to Måneskin… and this ☝🏼popped into my kooky head. 😆🤭💃🏻🤘🏼🤘🏼🧡 The [massive] oak tree in the photo sits in our front yard. Photo is actually from last winter, but it looked nice & creepy for October. 🎃
laurie sliben, writer 