My Soul, Crouching
Crouching beneath the oak tree,
The calico cat waits.
A happy squirrel frolics above.
Then, the predator springs into action.
Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree.
Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise.
Prayerfully remembering God above.
Embracing Mother Earth.
Watching butterflies in action –
Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate.
God’s bountiful blessings flood my heart.
Fragrance springs thoughts to the past.
Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings –
Then, come recollections.
Reality never waits for happiness.
Dreading the predator.
Joy flees like a squirrel escaping.
My soul, crouching, cries.
© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
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