My Nature Bed…a silent lullaby
Buttercups and lilies,
burden the steeped banks,
and water laps with a silent grace
upon that rich dark soil,
laced with fine roots like hair;
and fish tickle the surface, then scatter,
while ripples radiate in miniature waves
to lose themselves
in the wake of waters deep.
The silence is like a lullaby,
as all recline deep in stillness keep,
and sun dances like fireflies
atop the glistening mirrored sky,
while butterfly’s ragged course
does tease the earth, back and forth,
its colored wings like rainbows,
smudged in blur
its erratic purpose known.
And I all spayed out on green,
watch those streaked clouds of dream,
find their destinations,
in forms that change and in my brain relate,
like animals aloft,
a pristine white adrift in mind’s eye,
that accost my imagination,
and take my mind from worry,
delivered to the scurry of real life.
I love the afternoon,
when sun dictates the day,
and warm I lay upon my nature bed,
to lose myself in simple things,
release all stress and all that rings my bell,
takes me from this serene abode,
where truth just is and nothing needs my call,
where love is all that nature spells,
upon my endless skies.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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So amazing how you can write upon so many things. Your lasr two pieces full of edge and this…so serene. Lovely Tony, all is good with world when nature consumes.
Best,
Mel
Thanks Mel, yes I try to mix it up and not go off on too much of a tangent re subjects. Mixing it up also keep your creative writing sharp, I believe. Glad you enjoyed this one. take care
Endless skies – I can almost see all you so marvelously describe. Did you know that if you hold a buttercup under the chin it can tell if you like butter? It’s true! If the yellow is reflected on the skin that is a sure sign one likes butter. Beautiful poem, Tony.
Interesting tidbit Phyllis, I do love flowers, and glad you enjoyed it. Take care.