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the guests

November 17th, 2014 § 2 comments

Poem #405 for Heyward Douglass

 

quiet
trees dripping raindrops fresh overhead
delicate
soft & deliberate,
clear skies of star-studded darkness
dodging through the illuminations of
lightening bugs,
we heard the rain percussing on our tent
felt the thunder
listened to the bees zipping home, to shelter
then quiet once again
nut by nut, counting the way through the night
by the creek
on the river
hiding near the road
in the mountain…

feeling thankful, humble
being guests of the forest

 

 

af/md

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

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