Retired counselor, 341 short stories published by FSU. I have 4 sons, love sharing photography, writing, love travel, sunshine, sea & Grace.
The lone, sensitive child becomes a wandering adult
Who feels and sees that which others pass by
At home in nature
They revel in the bliss of roaming amidst
nature's display
To maybe read the sky...
in a glass top pond,
and hear the flicker
of dragonfly wings
And watch the wind create an ocean wave of corn
To lie in summer high grass and smell green earth and sky
and watch a butterfly land nearby
At one with the breeze, entranced, lifted up, given wings
Over there see the nest,
curtained off in the hedge
and the patient Mother Thrush; so hushed
Then hear the scurry, through fallen leaves,
as the chasing squirrels cascade...
the gold and red and yellow displayed
to revel in diamond bright reflections
from a singing stream
to catch the light on dragonfly wings
to rise early in the rosy dawn
and hear the clear alarm call
of bird morning songs
All senses alert, all tensions gone
This is my home,
This is where I belong.
© 2021 Helen Lewis
Comments
Helen Lewis (author) from Florida on January 25, 2021:
Thank you Chitrangada!
Helen Lewis (author) from Florida on January 25, 2021:
Thank you Brenda!
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on January 24, 2021:
Beautifully expressed poem with wonderful photos.
I enjoyed every bit of it. Thank you for sharing.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 24, 2021:
Quite a beautiful poem.
The pics are pretty too.
Helen Lewis (author) from Florida on January 24, 2021:
Thank you Peggy!
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on January 24, 2021:
As a fellow nature lover, I truly enjoyed reading your nature poem and also seeing your beautiful photos.
