When I despair I gather myself,
put the dog on a leash and
head out the door.
Walking thru a grassy field
I hurry
to the creek.
Hundreds of geese are honking
as they welcome each other back
from a day in the fields.
Overhead the buzzards circle
before smoothly landing
in just one lone pine.
I like to think they are
settling in for teatime
or happy hour.
This is the setting each winter
no matter the pandemic,
the unrest,
my personal despair.
Life goes on as I continue
to take comfort from
the routines of nature,
of which I am a part.
Inspired by Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things
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