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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