{"id":100176,"date":"2021-06-27T02:10:05","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:10:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100176"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:10:05","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:10:05","slug":"appreciating-the-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/appreciating-the-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Appreciating the Now"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In winter I dream of frost<br \/>\nOn window panes<br \/>\nOf sweaters and socks<br \/>\nMittens and knit hats<br \/>\nI even; when it gets over 40 degrees<br \/>\nFantasize about snow<br \/>\nCovering the streets<br \/>\nIn the winter I dream of swimming in the lakes<br \/>\nOf the snow leaving the road clear<br \/>\nSo my feet can touch the ground<br \/>\nOf shedding my jacket<br \/>\nThe sun warming my Shoulders<br \/>\nAnd stroking my hair as I<br \/>\nFall asleep<br \/>\nIn a somnolent hammock<br \/>\nHow can we never be happy right now<br \/>\nWith everything just the way it is?<br \/>\nCherry blossoms then<br \/>\nPlum and apple blossoms<br \/>\nSpring plantings<br \/>\nFeeling the soil<br \/>\nWarm under fingers<br \/>\nThat appreciate it for<br \/>\nWhat<br \/>\nIt is<br \/>\nNOW<br \/>\nNot what It will become<br \/>\nOr what it has been<br \/>\nBut what it is right now<br \/>\nSee the birds in the trees<br \/>\nDifferent ones in winter<br \/>\nThen in spring, summer or fall.<br \/>\nThe glorious streaks of colour of the<br \/>\nHumming birds in summer<br \/>\nThe visiting swans in spring<br \/>\nThe goslings somewhere inbetween<br \/>\nIn fall the birds going to and fro<br \/>\nWhat a show!<br \/>\nIn winter the hearty, steadfast birds,<br \/>\nAlways the chickadees, ravens, crows,<br \/>\nThe cedar waxwings in their fine plumage<br \/>\nYear after year, I try to learn all their names and songs<br \/>\nEach season has it\u2019s purpose<br \/>\nThings to harvest<br \/>\nClothing most splendiferous<br \/>\nCould I live without a single one of them?<br \/>\nNo, not ultimately<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In winter I dream of frost On window panes Of sweaters and socks Mittens and knit hats I even; when it gets over 40 degrees Fantasize about snow Covering the streets In the winter I dream of swimming in the lakes Of the snow leaving&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[3019,52],"class_list":["post-100176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-24-hour-poetry-marathon","tag-virginia-carraway-stark"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100176","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100176"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100176\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100195,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100176\/revisions\/100195"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}