There is always more than one way to see.
Some see ordinary. . .
while others see beautiful.
Imagine a blade of grass.
Did you imagine ordinary?
Reading her poetic words triggers my vision to change from ordinary to beautiful.
For, I have seen her words in the grass, but my vision had forgotten.
Suspended between the seasons, watching summer dwindle
and awaiting autumn’s splendor, I am fooled by thinking all is ordinary.
When I take time to go out with my camera,
I am amazed
by the beauty
that I find
it helps to have a bed of zinnias and visits from neighboring peacocks.
Can you see it?