I Stop and Listen

 Platters of sunlight
Served gently on my front lawn.
Green is everywhere.

 

 There's so much to do,
But the walk always comes first--
Life priorities!

 

Bright morning stillness;
Transformer's deafening hum;
All is relative.

Bright mist in the grass:
The careful spider has caught
Just the morning dew.

 Nestled in bushes,
True denizen of the woods:
The old wild mail box.

Its bark is peeling--
Tall dead tree is unmoving;
Gobbled by the wind.

When all that I hear
Is the sound of my sandals
I stop and listen.

 


Deftly suspended,
Defying all gravity--
Limb caught in its fall.