Can You Hear It?

by Paula Gordon Lepp

There are days when,

although I try to open myself

to wonder, wonder just

won’t be found. Or perhaps

it is more accurate to say

on those days I am simply

blind to what the world

has to offer

until I look down, and there,

beside the sidewalk,

are blades of grass completely

enrobed in ice, shimmering

in the glow of the setting sun,

and as they sway and move

into each other, if I listen,

really listen,

even they are singing

faint little bell-notes of joy.

From a Facebook post of 15 January 2022. Also in The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace & Renewal, edited by James Crews, North Adams, Massachusetts: Storey Publishing, 2023, page 7.