Why I Don’t Write Nature Poems

Not that I don’t see

trees outside the window suddenly green

pink blossoms  beautiful as they are

every year light  soft flowers  fall

on the ground so we on our way to the subway

we walk through them to  stairs

to the subway a subway that doesn’t change

the way the tree does the way the flowers do

but it’s there on the subway not green or pink

the color of people riding to work

it’s there I find my poems

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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