Nature Ballad
During sunset reigns small blooms of blue
lovely is the enchanting azure bell flower
their tentacle roots grasp for evening dew
brightest in the midst of the golden hour
peepers sing during the long trail home.
I wish none were too old for a nature walk.
as green grasses will soon wither and die
the moon begins rising to a soaring goshawk
breezes touch the petals quivering and shy
We spend days content in the warmer times
watching lightning bugs dancing like stars
far away we hear the lovely wind chimes
a pair of Mourning Doves call from a tree
while a small Red Fox listens rather intently:
free.
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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