silence…
constant bleating repetition
of bull frogs droning
no longer catch the moment,
stilled breath devouring
incessant shrill crickets
whose intonations lapsed
just instants before
 
peace…
unfolding magic wonders
in darkness before dawn
follicles of light receding
shine unseen in fading night
hidden by a changing canvass
brightened into opaque splendor
uniquely painted fresh each morn
 
reflection…
rendering creation motionless
captured in its veiled surface
disturbed by rippling rituals
while songbirds herald the day
breezes ply your vapor shroud
releasing wisps of rising mist
appearing to greet the sun, again
 
vanishing…
 

10/20/2001

Posted on 01/16/2002
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