"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,

I see

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 Morone

Date, Written: Oct. 15^th, 2012