Little fuzzy caterpillar
was jogging lightly
down the branch
of his favorite bush
His brow a little misty
his cheeks a bit pink
All those little feet
in synchronous movement
“Like a well oiled machine, ” he thought
Then he tripped on a tiny twig
Ah, well – so much for perfection…
A rusty moon, full
creeping up
With puckered brow
and larger than usual
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We’ve all observed
one time or another
That intimate sight
and marvelled at the beauty
with shallowed breath
Moonrise
Big clouds, multi-hued and tasty
lumbering across the blue blue
drawing folks into exuberance
Filling the senses dramatic
and promising to spit in our eyes
In light of the skyfest above us
in the Spirit of colossal display
I think humbly of my own little bit part
And my spine stretches taller to say
“I am here and I own I am a part of this”
I am grateful to be alive today
Freshly Bombarded
with blessings of color
Bright trees
and curly clouds
on a brisk and brilliant day
Grasses muted in season’s end
swirled and layed down
And danced again
with cheerful leaves
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Awakened senses or not
Natures praises
Grace…
Near the oak on the hillside
on the bench I found up there
I sit to watch the sunrise
as breezes curl my hair
The darkest before dawn
and stillness touched by steps
as I journeyed up the hill
Now the birds and I wait
a lifetime in anticipation
Deep blue to purple, pink to pale blue
and the brightness of the sun
awakens the thrill of another day…
