Note: In my last post, a sample of the photographs that I took during week 46 of my 366-day photography project, I focused on the world of the garden. Today, I continue to focus on the smaller, more intimate world of the garden. So I will share a somewhat fanciful, not very scientific poem about the land snail that I photographed moving around in a garden this morning.
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| My shell is my beautiful, opaque world, a safe haven amidst the weeds and thorns, where, hidden, I can observe, undisturbed the wind shaking the branches and the leaves. |
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| Into my swirly shell, daylight floods in. A creature of the night, I try to sleep. Maybe I should burrow deep in the ground, deep into the deliciously soft earth. |
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| Or I could set out on adventure, finding my way through the darkest jungle, sailing through storms 'neath the skull and crossbones. One adventure builds upon another. |
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| But I am here, in this time, in this place, I look for my own tiny adventure, Bird songs from the coolness of the river, the pattering sound of rain on a roof. |
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| I stretch my head out to catch a raindrop I open my eyes to catch a rainbow. I feel the warm, nourishing soil, the earth, as it covers the dead plants of last year. |
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| I see the world, but does the world see me? A tiny garden snail in a small place. A small peaceful place of insects and plants. Full of vivid perennial colors. |
4 comments:
A very sensitive point of view! Great 👍
Perhaps, when I saw a toad in my flower beds over the weekend, I should have imagined the toad writing a poem. But instead, I grabbed my iPhone for a picture and - full!! I really need to stop digital photo hoarding and start to write poetry.
What a lovely post! The pictures are beautiful, and the snail's thoughts could be my own, hunkering down in my country house, listening to the rain and smelling the wet earth. :)
A lovely poem and a cool collection of images!
Glad to see I am not the only one to be poetically inspired by an encounter with a simple snail. :-D
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