This poem was inspired by a particular spot on the highway that I pass on my way home from Trader Joe’s each week. Those few brief moments when I drive around the curve and glimpse the mountains of western New Hampshire have become very dear to me. In the midst of the mundane (grocery shopping) is a gorgeous reminder of things elevated and transcendent.
My friend, there are fluttering moments of beauty and peace out there dangling from the treetops. May you find them and hold them dear.