Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Wonder

I hear a lone cicada sing
as frantic mother finch takes wing
to lure me from her nested brood
that all too soon will learn to fling
their fragile forms beyond the press
of gravity’s insistent stress.

A sly one lopes across the trail
uncertain which one to inhale,
my rude intrusion causes him
to tuck his white-tipped rusty tail
between his legs then slink away
in search of less demanding prey.

The daisies wave as I ride by
while cotton clouds traverse a sky
so blue it’s hard to comprehend
the endless void through which we fly;
a lark the sighted must amend
when glowing gems of night descend.

7 comments:

Shirley said...

Hey, Sounds like a beautiful ride. I love your closing lines. I too started out on a bike ride the other day but fell off my bike! I haven't done that in awhile...your poem reminds me of all the things I didn't get to see on that particular day! Shirl

Michelle said...

Hey Bob, it's great to read you again! This poem strike a beautiful nature loving chord. I love the sky and the wonderment it brings. Wonderful poem!

Michelle

rch said...

Hey Shirley, thanks. Well I hope you're OK. I just love riding my bike, I don't know hat I'm going to do when winter comes. Yes it is only the second time I've ever seen a fox in the wild, very cool.

Hi Michelle, thanks that means a lot from someone I consider a mentor, I'm so glad we connected again. 8^D

Shirley said...

Hey, you want cool....I've got a fox that hangs out in my backyard and barks (they sound like a dog almost). I'll package him up and ship him to ya! I'm fine btw, but my husband still has a stomach ache from laughing at me! See Ya, Shirl

Jo Janoski said...

Beautiful poem! I enjoyed the ride with the daisies and the clouds and the sky!

ozymandiaz said...

Such a lovely journey you describe. The daisies waving is a wonderful thing it's when they say hello you need to be concerned...

Jo Janoski said...

Oh, this is wonderful. I enjoyed the nature walk. Well, it was so much more than that.