On a last summer's eve, just before fall, the new September- I thought I heard Mother Earth's bones cracking. As I sat still, tuning in to the moment, what I thought was a tea kettles whistle, did it come to light. Squirrels scurrying about, making ready for winter, they dropped an acorn or two on my head. After three months lying about in the sun did she need to speak? I was ready to listen.
Her couturiers, the birds spoke in turn, I however became distracted by life in the far distance, and all went on. Children played. Traffic horned, as wheels grind the pavement on the highway to everyday-ville.
Soon the breeze brought with it peace- canceling out disturbance with harmony. While sisters of fate, cousin to misery encouraged mosquito's to remind me- my own home calls. I left peace of mind to sing out what once was. What can be?
I stood up in all her glory, and bowed. Then with a skip, I added my own rhythm to this joyous reunion. Along the way, crushing acorn caps, I sent out my own message, "Be cool, and love with no resistance".
3 comments:
Oh, this is charming and delightful. It speaks of change and life without taking itself too seriously. It's what we all know, but often don't listen to "on the highway to everyday-ville", even when the wheels grind.
Your last line..."Be cool and love with no resistance." is wonderful.
Keep writing....
Wonderful poem...made me taste the first cool air of fall...
Squirrels always act insane -- Fall makes them act more so.
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