Monday, October 15, 2012
"How I see"
“How I See”
I am legally blind.
But, I see
The beauty all around me
That is known to me
That is not available to most people
Because they can see, clearly.
And when outside in my front yard,
The white light particles on the blurry bright green leaves
Of sun light as it cascades down
That remind me of Christmas lights on a Christmas tree.
I “see,” too,
The textures of those leaves
Known well to me
As they are felt by my fingers tips
As a way for me to see
What the textures are like
Of those Oak tree leaves.
And, I also see
Beams of light that emanate around
Objects that are breathe-taking when seen,
And see the edges that aren’t so sharp
Of everything around me.
I hear the sounds of rustling
Of those old Oak trees
That I can hear
When my hearing aids are in,
If all else is quiet –
And I feel the wind is felt more strongly
Because it is harder for me to see.
And it helps me to “see” the Oak tree’s beauty.
While being a little blind can be
A bit of a challenge, daily,
Things of my yard are more beautiful
In this partially blind reality.
Author: April MoroneDate, Written: Oct. 15th, 2012