Monday, July 22, 2013

Familiar Places


Familiar Places

Resting old stones show their wrinkles

as  ferns primp for the next breeze.

Meandering brook divides canopy shadows for sunlight

highlighting fairie seeds as

lazy floating targets for foraging

dragons on the wing.

A tornado of gnats in and out of moist shadows

form abstract distraction

from tranquility as

familiar musty nasal memories are  rudely interrupted

by tickling goldenrod pollen.

A reprise of  orchestrated serenity

nurturing joy like an old Friend

visiting again after being away.

-        Jerry Wendt 2010

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