1 mile with Delia
neighborhood
40 degrees
A second day of taking Delia for a walk in the morning, and what a morning! Not warm, but sunny and calm. Birds, a slight breeze, blue sky. Did a lot of deep breaths as I walked. This morning, I was anxious, but I recognized it as a phase that I could endure, and that recognition helped. Slowly I’m getting a little better at navigating perimenopause.
Wind in Leaves or, Leaves in Wind
This entire poem by Donika Kelly is great and I want to return to it, but for now, I’ll just post the opening and its description of wind in leaves through the seasons. Such a fun way to think about wind — how it sounds in leaves in spring or summer or fall.
from When the Fact of Your Gaze Means Nothing, Then You Are Alongside/ Donika Kelly
late spring wind sounds an ocean
through new leaves. later the same
wind sounds a tide. later still the dry
sound of applause: leaves chapped
falling, an ending. this is a process.
What does it mean that the wind sounds an ocean, and how does that differ from that wind sounding a tide?
Thinking about leaves and wind I’m remembering a line from “Dear One Absent this Long While” by Lisa Olstein:
I expect you. I thought one night it was you
at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,
you in a shiver of light, but each time
leaves in wind revealed themselves
How do I describe the leaves in wind? Something to think abotu on my run.