Heartthrob

“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 Hovering about 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 Randy Steele Three Gems contest August 7, 2011