Serpentinarium

I sit

Undulating water just before me
Hawk crying in the distance
Crows closer, calling back and forth

Geese in formation, wings driving North to South
Honking, disappearing South and West

And now. . .

Silent gliding South to North, a single honk
Landing as one across the water near the other side

Sitting

Clouds break, sun above, sparkles reflected below
My eyes, tender in the cool morning, warmth sensed, light felt
Lids close, red-orange illumination inside from out

Sitting

Eyes open, gazing at grass, sparkles and squints
Peaceful walking back

Behind me, small sounds: I look
Geese are up and over the trees, leaving

And leave me with a smile

In crisp fall days, amber and ochre leaves abound
Little creatures crawl amongst things fallen from above, dug from below

I see myself

And I see something greater than me

Waves on the Ocean
We walk our paths, the little creatures and me

Grey cool clouds in the morning
Damp envelopes the day
Crisp fall leaves melt on wet ground
Thoughts close in: Intimate
Looking out a window
This morning is now

Sitting by quiet waters,
Destruction from the day before lay around
Rushes, grass, vines all lay where felled
Cataclysm on the small had struck

And yet

It was simply acknowldged
And became the new reality

New webs were spun
New burrows dug
Warmth to find
Sun to catch

Life carried on

The past was gone

Quiet in cold night
Plane outside window glides down
Quiet leaves, returns