Texturing

When I look around my home

out of the window to the street

I see so very much that seems cluttered

and yet there is also simplicity in 

   each piece of decor

each tree, 

  each bit of fence ~

simple or complex,  

they all lend texture to our world.

Within the texture is space for movement

  across my living room floor

    through patio doors to the great outside

      along sidewalks that guide our feet forward

        streets and avenues guiding our vehicles hither and yon.

The picture of it all looks so very complex ~

stacked up apartments or condominiums with windows facing the world

each yard given attention great or small.

Then the wind blows in,

and with it’s own random simplicity,

ruffles all of this texture

giving crows and gulls busy currents to glide on

sending wrens and juncos deep against tree trunks or into bushes.

carving twigs and branches from trees, 

stirring softened soil into the air

When the wind settles, the designed texture returns ~

with its few minor adjustments ~

and seems to wait for 

the next gust or steady blasting wind

  a slashing or drizzling rain to wash the grit away.

“A great wind is blowing, and that gives you 

either imagination or a headache.”

~ Catherine the Great