Zinnia II

What a privilege it is to watch you wobble in the wind. Your highest bud unfolding before me. The excitement and anticipation, the wonder and awe, oh, how it never gets old. To feel like a child realizing—for the first time—how remarkable this world we live in truly is. Then I see the busy bees and a hummingbird hovering over your neighbor, and I am captivated by the complexity of life all around me, and I overflow with gratitude.

2 responses to “Zinnia II”

  1. threewintryfriends Avatar

    contemplating the wonder of nature must be the oldest, and most favored, human pastime. nice poem!

    1. shannonclaussen Avatar

      Amen to that. Thank you!

Leave a comment

Shannon Claussen

I've got some words to share, if you care to read 'em