The Hunt

The morning is still

And the sun is slow on the rise

And I can hear my neighbor’s handiwork calling me

I set out

Camera at the ready

To spy out little, pretty things

To capture them

If only for a moment

I kneel in the dewy grass or the damp dirt or on the cold concrete

Knees unconcerned at the discomfort or soiling

And twist my body this way and that

To get up close

To study

And take delight

In soft, vibrant petals, sweet green leaves, stalwart stems

In what my friends have so lovingly planted and tended to

I return home toting treasures

To share with you

All pictures here are taken by me on a stroll through my neighborhood this past Thursday morning, so they’re fresh. 😉 Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

10 thoughts on “The Hunt

  1. These wonderful images are just the kind of magic a Monday morning needs… thank you for sharing them and your poem to complete the story!!

    Scott Mead

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