Looking Up
I walk along often with my ‘head in the clouds’.
I am careful when I walk.
But there is beauty up there.
It used to be an admonition in school ,“Get your head out of the clouds!”,but when one is walking I think it’s a rule. We must take time to look up.
Giant fir trees tower over me with a cascade of dark, teal branches. Maples dare me to choose a key.
Kites dance to the song of the wind and the clouds tell their own stories.
There is fire in the sky some mornings ,telling us a storm is on the way.
Magpies croak from their giant nests and pine trees get ready to unload their wares.
The skies darken and my steps quicken along with my heart. Will I be caught out?
But as I pass the sunflower sentinels who bow their heads in their old age,I notice a patch of blue, signalling hope and safety.
Bright red berries shout, “We’re still here!” and they encourage the birds to feast.
The sun returns and there is still colour to be found.
Evening paints with pastel colours that are the perfect palette for the tree silhouettes. Fire returns to the sky but brings a different message, “Tomorrow will be a beautiful day!”
I walk along with my ‘head in the clouds’.
I am careful when I walk.
But there is beauty up there.