I feel like a poet today.
When the sun sets over the collapsed log
And the crow caws deep in the wood,
I hear by the creek the croak of a frog
Feeling surrounded in the cipherhood.
It is seven o'clock, and home I must go,
But the butterfly beckons me to stay.
The buttercups in the dusk begin to glow,
Their brilliant bulbs on beautiful display.
Mr. owl serenades me with his hoarse hoot,
The Holly flashes me a handsome smile,
The wind dances by, playing the flute;
I think I'll wander for a little while.
My fingers on the trunk trace the bark
Of an ancient, forgotten maple tree.
It sighs a breeze into the chilly dark
Reminding me of where I need to be.
The melody of the leaves rustling above and below
Come before the cool air's embrace.
Everything stands still, and breathes slow
Until I feel the first drop caress my face.
At first they come down one by one,
The shyest little things I've ever felt;
When they recognize me, they start to run,
And instantly my consciousness melts.
Down the leaves the rain slowly slips
Dripping silver on the Pinot grape;
A clash of thunder through the starry sky rips,
More satiny pearls of joy from Heaven escape.
My hair, my jacket, my pants and boots
All drenched in the sweetness of a cloud
Feel nearly as heavy as the roots
Of the pines that around me stand proud.
My forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips:
The rain places a kiss on each one.
Backward my head automatically tips;
The thought of leaving this haven I shun.
The shower my soul thoroughly cleanses,
Reminding me of the serenity I feel.
I surrender my thoughts and all my senses;
I never thought my heart the forest would steal.
But the rain has just stopped, and it is late.
My smile fades and with great sadness I sigh.
I look around and say goodbye to fate;
I take one last moment and nod at the sky.
My unwilling mute steps take me farther and farther away;
My brain urges me forward, my heart pleads me to stay.
