I am reading John Keat’s poetry and find, like the other romantics, it is saturated with imagery from nature.
Yet most Americans now live in cities. Much of the land is privately owned and very little open land is available to those of us urban dwellers.
We had snow and ice that kept most Portlanders indoors. In fact, the city issued a warning asking all Portland residents to stay indoors. But I find I get irritable if I am not able to get outside and see the sun, feel the wind and snow and rain, feel my feet touching grass when I can.
Children spend the most time outside– or they did before the Internet and Facebook– and that may have been one of the reasons children are so creative.
It’s easy to forget this. We are all busy and it does take concentrated effort to go to the nearest park, or better yet to drive out of town and walk in a field, if you can find one.
I know I feel invigorated when I see Orion and the Big Dipper on clear nights. That is one thing I love about Portland. It is probably one of the few cities in the world where you can see stars overhead on clear nights in the middle of the city.
I have a bunch of poems circulating in my head and I think I will go to the park later, rain or not. Just walking among the trees might help me unwind my mind to have the images coalesce into poetry.