#narure
24 HOURS
Read in reverse --
cupped wingspan of a flying cloud
drinking the brightness of an evening sky ;
Blazing cascade of northern lights, shadow
spaces rare, unguessed meaning of all
that pours longing into empty places of the night.
There are nebula perhaps cradling new stars
in heaven’s secret constellations, radiance
tender and consumming --
then, a drop of sun, goss-layered gossamer
over a rippled veil of shade and light,
dawn shifting irridescense into milky
pink rose refreshes the fraility of soul.
Day’s ardent color makes promises
fading gradually into the curve
of softening dark-- the silver curve
of early moon or the pyrotechnics
of a falling star.
24 hours, a presence constantly moving on,
a marriage of day and night when earth,
moon, sun and we align.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 2:06 AM UTC
Let me inspire you to go higher:
Lost among the stars.
Our universe glitters, spread across the sky.
The world keeps turning,
Resplendent with hills and mountains,
Dales and plains.
Continents surrounded with seas and oceans
And clothed by grass and trees.
Mother Earth is blessed with flora and fauna:
Sentient beings of every shape and size,
From mighty whales and elephants,
Through furry friends like dogs and cats,
Tall giraffes, slithery snails, right down
To scattering ants and pesky flies.
Smell that fresh sea breeze,
Hear those rolling waves,
Screams of gulls
And twittering sparrows.
Feel the warm moist air
Of an Indian Summer.
Be mindful of all that is around,
Yet let imagination wonder,
For out there
There is more
So much more.
Dark Monsters of The Id
Are out there too,
We all know that.
But Life in all its splendour
And determination
Is there for all to see.
Oh to live forever with such things.
Paul Butters
© PB 16\10\2018.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC