Fog on the hillside
and running through my lungs
The sun spokes through
the wings of a sparrow
as it beats a bright path
across the field
spilled open with dew-dappled
spiderwebs
like a pirate deciding
his treasure
was ours
Shine shine shine
Later, a red leaf
takes off on a lark
and gambols downriver
and I am the only one
wise to its stumble,
its easeful incision
into a current
peopled by pond skaters
saving their best dance
for light
A fawn
pokes its nose
through the brush
alongside me
to look,
with alarm
and—
curiosity
5 comments:
I love the beautiful natural world and this captures it so well
Though I do not live in a beautiful place, I do have many memories of the sun and it's illumination of my world when it had beauty.
Charles, it was a great morning. Sometimes it pays to go out for a run, I guess.
Mark, reflection is its own kind of beauty.
See? Your writing is nothing to be fawned upon?
"I find your insecurities to be completely illogical, captain."
Okay, Spock.
Okay.
;)
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