…crickets
among gentle swaying grass,
whispering
jingles, moving on with steps,
brushing sleeping
thoughts, whims, dreams…
…aromatic
breeze meandering around
unknown
blooms, tinkling mind’s appetite…
…moon,
soothing cracked skin
of wounded
existence, hangs on to branches
high, on
meditating trees and watchful ponds…
…a light
glow singing night’s songs,
sparkling
leaves sprinkling fragrance,
the tree and me swaying in simple, tip tap moves
as dew drops settles in...
The tree in me....what a wonderful phrase. I really like this entire poem but this phrase just sings.
ReplyDeleteI love those simple "tip tap moves"...and your use of ellipses bring extra sparkle, in my view.
ReplyDeleteYou involve me in all my senses in this wonderful dance... I love that.
ReplyDeleteOh I adore this! Especially that last stanza.... Singing and dancing night's songs. A wonderful response to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteRich as a frothy dessert, happy humming to Nature, to movement, to love; a wonderful read.
ReplyDeletewow...so whimsical and fanciful...a day dream at night
ReplyDeletethe tree an me swaying in simple, tip tap moves
ReplyDeleteas dew drops settles in... ha, I caught myself gently swaying to this poem.
To Feel a pArt of Nature..
ReplyDeleteto be the tree..
the eagle..
the feather
and gRains of SaNd
Veins of Rivers dUst
of Sentient sTAr we aRe..
breath.. a gift oF liGht..
Live
a Love
oF liGht..:)
This is absolutely magical!! 💖
ReplyDeleteI like the atmosphere in your piece. How dazzling can a peaceful night and nature be. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
There's a lovely feel to this.
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