Shimmering and shining with grace
Leaves of Light
Aspens
Quaking, and dripping
With open heart
Vibrating their own brand of uniqueness
Their ethos of beauty unmatched
*****
Layers of sound and happenstance
Occurring in tandem
As morning marches on
Birded bands arise fanatically
Yet with such pulchritude
And grace
While the glitz and glisten
Of jaded stars fade away
All giving way to the
Pomp and splendor
Of dawn awakening
With the Sun's pageantry
Speaking loudest
And of course
Being most notable
*****
Puffs of cotton fleeing
On the wind from
Some unknown source
Bouncing, drifting softly
Along in ethereal bliss
Stuttering on the Moment
As if waiting to be captured
By me
A hope and a dream
Too tempestuous
Not to consider
And yet I surrender
As the march of morn passes on
*****
Ducks get their
Glide on
A sweetly melodic current.
And not in any hurry to get anywhere
In particular-
How nice
Rivers meander too, I suppose
They must feel there is no
Reason to race the course
Or run raggedly about
Unless forced upon them externally
My insertion
Belies the quietude of scene
Yet does not disrupt it (smile)
For I am of no consequence
To the impersonal nature of business here
Familiar yet alone, I feel estranged
But only because of the
Eternal conditioning
Of my DNA that whispers to me
Something different..
Oh Joy!
A signal there is hope
In someday restoring
What had been lost
For All of us
And so it's on you, Nature!
To call me alive
So that I may bear witness
To all that is here
A scene continuously changing
And never to be the same again
For the next wayward wanderer
Who drops in unannounced
Accepting that once
I wander on
As the dance shall go on.
*****
Glimmering metallic and indigo bodies
Illuminated
Playing some sort of
Game of tag
As they fly random
And tandem
Wingtip to wingtip
Careening along the shore
Their stripped display modeled
In painterly fashion
A four-winged dragonfly
Curves as much as it careens
Boasting blues both on belly and wing
Looping in lollipop fashion
So sweet to witness
Such carefreeness
Swirling, whirling, and whizzing into place
A brief touching- in for
A moments pause
Resting on a reed that waves itself
Into some sort of glory.
Reed on river's edge
Gently swaying in the wind
As if to say 'hi' Friend
You are invited to stay
And play with me
For a while
So ready and yet
At once leaving again
Without moments notice
*****
Ants working the territory along my
knee so patiently
Ardently in pursuit of something I can not see
With big eyes
But- they do.
Their efforting is palpable
And with a 'knowing sense' there is
Some sort of something
There for them
That is Indispensable
Ants marching along
Cross-eyed in their frantic chase,
Awkward acrobatic motion
Unbeknownst to me
As a bigger life form
Here too,
Ground bees are a-buzzing
Under the canopied protection
Of bramble.
Otherworldly spaces
That we never stop
To consider
Worlds upon worlds
Layers upon layers
Visible and invisible
Barely grazing awareness
Attention anchored slightly there
Semi-permanently
As if to see into this otherworldly
Patch of place
...Takes a particular kind of eyeing...
A Kind, soft gaze
Helps one relate
To the plight
Of the creatures
Who dwell there
Without fanfare
Whole Universes
This matrix exposes
Of shared experience
We call Living
To stop and enter into this
Sort of communion is a
Sacred Experience
Magical are these separate worlds
Not so different from ours-
At all.
Once I pay attention
To that sort of thing...
The gentle breeze ever swooping into
Force the perfect moment
Giving me some reprieve
And sparing me from the tempestuous
heat of the day
Whose intensity is unsparing.
A gentle breeze show up
That will placate
What has happened
From fire and air playing.
Stagnant water pooling
Over there
As dead debris
and shells of bodies
Marinate in the muck
Heat oppressive
And smothering me with
His wet blanket
Paralyzes me in
Supine position
until Late
When Father Wind takes over
the gig-
Swooping in
To rescue all in earnest
Such kindness
From a kindred Spirt
And favorite friend.