The air is full of small insects
playfully looping and dancing around
lush greenery, still tender with dew drops . . .
and the happy faces of yellow flowers,
pointed toward the sun,
bob beneath the tender touch of a mild breeze,
or the administration
of a pollen coated honey bee . . .
we forgive him his long journey . ..
a distance taken behind stormy clouds . . .
The air is redolent with a sweet perfume,
like a river of delicate surprises. . .
a scent skimming off
a snow white blossom covered tree . . .
petals flutter down . .
Somewhere a crow calls
and I see the serene face
of a daydreaming ape . .
carved on an old fence post . .
a face reflecting mine, somewhat . . .
as I drift away
wrapped in the warm arms of a skyward furnace,
while I watch a small pair of black spiders
scurry up the post, dancing in the sunlight
like lovers . . .
So many shades of green . . .the tender, furry, yellow new growth . .
mingles with the deep emerald purity
of maturity, shining like jewels
. . . twinkling . . .or matte and still,
like moss on an old stump . .
green stalks of grass are
spears pointed toward the day star . .
a forest . . . and the golden light
exposes their thin veins in yellow . .
span the abyss between islands of growth,
quivering like a harp string
plucked by unknown fingers . . .
dramatic and bowing as rainbows
after the storm . . .
Birds fill the soundwaves
with song,pearls on a line . . .
linking my heart . . .
with the universe . . .
and the sun fills my soul
with memories,
of the divine . . .
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An artist share from Jamendo . . . such beautiful music . . . I have also shared this artist's web page in my sidebar of favorites . . . check it out:
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