healingwords: poetry for the soul

This beetle was scurrying so quickly to get into the shade that I was not able to get a well focused photograph. He looked like a tiny dinosaur, a relic from the past. I watched as the creature disappeared in the undergrowth. 

These creeping beetles on pine trunks reminded me of the climbers crawling up the Peña Roja rock face, their neon bright tops shining like beetle shells. 

One of the pleasures of my 'A POEM A DAY' project has been how it has made me concentrate on my walks. I am now looking more closely at the natural world, spotting insects and plants in all their growth stages in a way I didn't before. Previously I would chose and image to accompany a poem, now I am thinking of the words and image together.  © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.