upon every sunset the dew awaits
mornings and the dark creeps up
trees close pores and reconsider
the heat
grass leans over
to the right
bears forage for one more treat
armadillos wake up
possums wipe their eyes
a new day for them
every season has a turn as does dark and light
and nature covers all avenues
of valley lows and dales
of every creek river  misty stream
cloaked in grey
with mysteries teeming and unknown
discoveries
all forseen
but magic
to me