Credit: indiawilds.com

Credit: indiawilds.com

When one meditates on Nature things begin to happen. Can be like a symphony started, harmony and counter point. Songs of birds, wind ruffling leaves, shifting shadows seek to connect and speak. My poem from a rear window on a holiday in the hills – I’m glad I captured the moment with the click of a poem.

 

              A  TEMPORARY  PEACE

 

A lurching mountain defines

 And stays in place.

 

A low nimbus cloud moves on

A trifle quicker than the horizon rising up

To catch the sun still well above.

 

The phosphorescent sun-bird’s twitter

Keeps time

To flashing blades of wind ruffled leaves.

 

In mid-window hovers

A bird sized dragonfly, its wings

Drone heavily with the effort, poised for mating.

 

An outstreched shadow leaps up

To the peak of a sun splashed tree

And meets an eagle’s distant surveillance.

 

In the pond a toad arises

Over the flat lily leaf

Rock still, vegetable like.

 

I lift my hand

 In the lulling intermittant breeze

Leisurely

Feel a clean shaven cool cheek.

 

The appointed peace,

The toad’s even stare 

Explode

In my match box’s sudden flare.

 

Deliberate act

Involuntary sunset

As I light my cigarette.

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