IT ALL DEPENDS ON ME
It depends.
Is it beautiful?
Or is it boring --
The hill in back of my house?
I see it differently every day.
Is it lush or scrub?
That all depends on me!
Is it filled with life and forever changing?
Or is it a stale and stagnant desert?
Is the grass dead or resting?
Is it a drought or a season?
It is what it is,
Until I judge it.
The birds become visible when I look closely.
The leaves take on their autumn color.
The trees are not dead!
It is different today than it was yesterday.
It is beautiful, filled with life and promise
When I take the time to breathe it all in.
Ron Pickett is a retired naval aviator. His 90-plus articles have appeared in various publications. He has published five books: Perfect Crimes – I Got Away With It, Discovering Roots, Getting Published, 60 Odd Short Stories, and Empaths. Ron has had his poems published in Scarlet Leaf, Borderless Journal, and other periodicals.
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