LEANING INTO SEQUENCE

A scrumptious day in the arms of Mother Nature!

Wandering these hills at dusk Is like laying the sun to rest as the Final moments of an ordinary day Slip quietly just beyond reach. Field mice scurry to find an unsuspecting Meal of simplicity unaware of the Stalking red fox doing the same. Robins tug the last slim worminess from moist Soil laid wet by winter's soggy remains in a time Relieved of itinerary...nothing to cross off a list. Leaning gently into sequence, I am observant and Receptive to small vestiges of nature's skillful play. Like a firefly lifting light from the ground To see night fall in its own shadow, silence Clings to me...soft as familiar gloves, while Evening relieves the day of its being. <<<>>>

Reviews

[Shivalik Kalsotra]

very well written with beautiful theme...superlike

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed this piece. It is a favorite of mine because of the "mood" I was in at the time. Introspective yet looking to the future with hope. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that last line....and all the imagery gets me there...reminds me of where i live...many foxes live out here...and they are such beautiful animals...nothing like nature to soothe the heart and soul.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Jacob! I actually wrote the last line first and it became the "bones" around which I built the rest of the poem. ~Sharon