Change of Positions
Lime green spider on his web
Revealed by the rising sun
Whose sunbeams are fractured through pines
And its shadows eerily spun
The woodpecker so busy now
His hammer creates design
Does the tree shrink in pain and scream?
His work to one tree confined
So quiet when traffic stops~still
The sound of nature calm
Each bird's song penetrates my soul
Like a liquid soothing balm
The illuminating sunlight
Against the clear blue sky
Nearly to the top of those darkened pines
Soon cool of morn will fly
The poet must become the cook
Put peaceful times aside
Slip into a different role
But in heart and mind abide
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