From My Diary: Nature

Santa Barbara, Summer 2017 Monday I walked on the bluffs above the sea. Orange poppies bloom in the dunes. I discovered the labyrinth: smooth stones spell the path. Peaceful pilgrimage. Tuesday Walked on the beach and smelled: Tar from the oil seeps, fennel, coastal sage, eucalyptus. And, of course, the sea. Wednesday Hiked in the foothills. The grass is brittle and yellow; the land sizzles. Spiky shrubs, spiny scrub oak. The chaparral is ready to burst into flames. Thursday The eucalyptus trees on Ellwood Mesa are dying from the drought. Where will the butterfly sleep? Friday The sandpipers hurry to the surf, neck forward, to peck with long bills. They scurry inland before the next wave as if they are afraid to get their feet wet. Snowy plovers skitter like cotton balls on wheels. Saturday The infinite ocean under an infinite sky. A white S among the reeds, the egret can teach me poise and patience. Sunday Found a piece of seaglass. Translucent blue, The edges smooth Worn by water, Sanded down. Beauty from adversity. I think I will write a poem about it. November 1, 2017 For contest: From my Diary Sponsored by Broken Wings