Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 15 (still/woods)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Fifteen

Walking through
woods to escape
the world

if only for a
moment ..

the river still flows
the birds still sing
the flowers still bloom
the path still wanders
the branches still bend
the wind still rustles

with every step
back into the world
still alive with


Also: This one is also about Hope, written the day after the last presidential election but general enough to resonate with these days of closures and worries about the pandemic.

Peace (and resistance),

  1. yes! similar, not so eloquent as yours, floated through my head when I see the crocus flowers and daffodils appearing in my neighborhood! thanks, kevin!

  2. The park was the only place I’ve been in three days. It felt good to watch hawks and breathe air and feel..normal

  3. Yes! Getting outdoors to pause, nature-watch and breathe fresh air is the perfect antidote to the claustrophobic nature of current events. I am hoping the weather clears up a bit here so I can do the same. Thanks for taking us on a vicarious nature walk with you, and sharing your hope-filled song.

  4. This little poem is packed with the important reminder that life is still happening and will continue. Better things to come…

  5. Thanks for reminding me of hope. I, too wrote a piece recently mostly about the beauty of spring flowers and how that is something to rely on and cherish. You took me back to the day after the last Presidential election and the subsequent despair I felt for weeks. Taking actions back then really helped, turning despair into hope. Thanks for this. You’re a kindred spirit.

  6. Thank goodness for opportunities to be outside! I love the way this poem builds with “the river still flows…” section. Being in nature definitely keeps hope alive!


  7. Hope is the one thing that we can do in these trying times, Kevin. Your poem is lovely in both concept and format.I Thanks for dropping me a poem at my site. I would like to showcase your poem response at my post. Stay tuned.

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