i sat to write of subtle things

I sat to write of subtle things The sun, the gentle warm it brings To melt the ice on dormant springs Awakening the bug that stings Then came thoughts a bit more harsh Large snapping turtles in the marsh Bug-eyed pike with teeth so sharp Chasing dragonflies at dark A soothing hum that fills the air Just letting us know that they’re there Residing between leaf and lair A season’s worth of life to share Thus, do the woods kindly enfold The dreams of lovers young and old Stories hidden, stories told Of moonlit kisses ne’er grown cold