So, I’ve been missing poetry in my life, or more like, missing the poetry of life.  I used to get my fill by watching period costume pieces (think Jane Austen novels on screen), painting, walking in the woods, or staring at the stars at night. As a busy woman, it seems I have less time to feed and enjoy these magical mental spaces, and instead get  occasional– often surprising– glances into wonder, like I did the other day.  The water remaining on my car window blew around while I drove, and looked like a flock of birds launching off the trees. It wasn’t, but natural things often look like natural things.  And busy times often get busier. Time for a nature walk and star-gaze for me….