Stand still
the breeze will rustle
the brush, maples and lounging birch
always a reminder,
a human being in a posture
is only on tour,
graced with the beauty of nature
far beyond a purpose or meaning.
Standing on trails
no building in sight
sometimes a pleasure
we imagine we might
have a pause
from human nature
an opportunity
to feel the soil
between our toes
smell the fragrance summer flowers,
maybe lilacs if we catch
a breeze at a certain
hour of spring evolve toward temperatures.
Looking at the moon one night,
so complete
full and radiant,
thought about life,
my own,
my dreams,
inside her world
I could never seem to hold onto
the elegance of sweet wonder,
forever now
will my own imagination
wander in a quiet
composure.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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