“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
One path finds the door
Traveled only from the heart
Through the eyes to life
Dragonflies of all colors
Dancing with sunshine
A mystery world
Sparkling glass dimpled with life
Guarded by cattails
Nervous chatters above behold
A strange sense of company
I watch a miracle unfold
From behind a red oak tree
I hold my breath, don’t make a sound
Slowly peeking bit by bit
Tugging, jumping and playing around
Four unaware fox kits
The wind became my enemy
My scent from it they stole
No hesitation, instantly
They scampered down their hole
Astonished, I ponder what a rare sight I had just witnessed.
The tranquility of being surrounded by huge trees envelops me as I walk around the pond’s edge.
Led by a bullfrog’s ballad, I hone in on its stage location.
Startled, the frog leaps into its safe haven and disappears into thick vegetation.
The setting sun glimmers in the wake of the bullfrog, as does my reflection.
I watch until the water’s surface is smooth again.
A rustling in the brush directs my attention to a doe and her fawn wandering in search of a tender morsel.
The long shadows of dusk begin a tale of nocturnal beauty, a revelry to the nightlife to dance with a miracle world.
Content, I find myself back at the threshold of my heart.
Leaving the world that will some day surround me, a horn blaring taxi barely misses me.
Haiku, Rhyme, Narrative
Three Gems contest
August 7, 2011