"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, May 15, 2017

Poem: Shade and Silence




On a slow meander down shaded garden
paths, the air alive with insect sounds,
scent of yellow honeysuckle beckons,
leads me into a garden room with a
bench, a triple fountain, red Geraniums.

The air is calmer here and I sit in silence.
 Overhead, leaves rustle and birdsong
accompanies, without rhythm, the quick,
head-held-high dash of a green lizard
seeking shelter behind Terra-cotta pots.

I watch a bee working the blossoms
thinking only of his industry there, my
mind indwelling this secluded beauty:
the Sparrow's chatter, the water's song,
the dance of light and shadow on stone. 




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