Shadows of Succulents

Shadows of succulents surpass my seeing self
I lie on my back, admiring the seductive symmetry
How does nature manage to secrete similar signs
Is there a mystical, magical, movement in her roots?
I am at a loss to know; feeling like a voyeur,
peeking up into the sun-list sky, secretly wondering.
How does mother nature keep everything in sync?
She has a spiritual dance that sings soul into her succulents.
I am quietly contemplating this, sequestering myself in her shadows.
Spying a scene, I could not imagine from any other perspective.
I am silent, enjoying the shadows, and the symmetry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hankins Avatar
October 19, 2021 at 8:15 AM
So interesting. I, too, sometimes feel like a voyeur when observing nature. I, too, am particularly enamored of shadows. Thanks, Caren.
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October 19, 2021 at 11:05 AM
I do love the s's - this was just something I had to do.
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