Pause
Sun paints
across
cloud bottoms
as deep purple
reaches
over the top,
darkness
setting in as the
sun sinks lower.
I contemplate the
tree frog on our
bedroom window
who serenades
us each night;
the whippoorwill
out calling
by the campfire;
the turtles
we found along
our path
in the woods;
the bat who
dips down
from the sky
to eat insects
in late evening;
the birds
who sing us
awake each
morning and
share part
of their day
visiting our
feeders.
And I pause
amid
the catastrophe
underway
out in the world
just to be
grateful.
Nature heals and always did. Maybe in this crowded world the problem is too many of us are strangers to the curative power of a sunset, a frog, a morning sun.
Thank you for this delightful poem.