Nothing On My Mind
There is nothing on my mind,
no deep ponderance or pensive thought
that consumes or occupies attention;
just random idealizations
of the sun, the shade, the skies,
the changing of the seasons
when for a moment's brief contemplated interlude
I can breathe all of life in
the sea, the aromatic leftovers of someone's supper,
the hint of forestal petrichor upon the grass
the crunch of leaves beneath my feet
where fallen leaves now cover the uncut grass
and all the earth slows, seeks a rest
to renew the embodiment of what can yet be
in the futures that await.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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