Twilight mist drizzles dewdrop kisses upon clay—
as forlorn creaking of tattered limbs thirst new life,
and frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay
dormant...
Night prowlers fall victim to ravenous birds of prey—
as hollowed trees echo crickets’ combative chirps,
and frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay
dormant...
Croaks repulse serpents while in shadows they stay—
as forelimbs swoop on wind’s wings marking echoes,
and frosted green blades beneath oak’s canopy lay
dormant...
Sunlight's affection kisses dawning eyes with warming rays—
as songsters twitter a melodious symphony, arousing dance,
and spirited green blades beneath oak’s canopy begin to play.
Harmony—nature's fury—nature's dance—begins with a kiss.
Featured in Tailspin E-Zine, pages 3&4
Featured on Poetry Dances
Tags: creative, nature, poems, poetry, prose, writing
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