Midst the miniscule, there is industry,
life teems in towns cities of the smallest breath.
In crawlspace, twixt rock and terra firma,
woodlouse covets close comfort of her kin,
whilst slug, confined to idle solitude, curls, sleeps.
Neath this dark damp dormitory
worms burrow aerate
stir a richness to the soil;
roots search out a bedrock
anchor shoots to gazing sun.
Above: under canopy of buddleia
fly wriggles in curtain spider-spun;
ants hurry scurry milk aphid dew;
midges mate in
airborne never-ending circles;
midst life’s miniscule, there is industry,
life teems in smallest breaths.
Anna :o]
The above is a response to Patti’s prompt at dVerse on
Tuesday in which she asked us to go outside and get reacquainted with nature
outside our back door and write of it.
Having just completed, twas to late to post, so same is offered to Open Link Night, tonight hosted by Bjorn, cheers Bjorn!
Also, many thanks for the inspiration Patti.
The words are of the adventures with my grandson, he
is fascinated with minute life forms and we turn over rocks and such and scour
flora for same. I love it when he grabs
my hand and takes me to his sandpit to show me the tiniest beetle he has found,
his delight and obvious interest is a pleasure, a most wonderful thing.
Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Ireen
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