Settling deep in an old porch swing
like a bag of dry granular earth.
I feel the cool of the sunless sky.
Aches dissolve in an evening view!
Stars twinkle from their lofty perch
with soft enchantment to calm the day.
Now katydids project their chirping songs
which chide the invading worries of day.
Look! A shooting star streaks the sky,
A whippoorwill calls out with a mating song.
The splash of a fish bounding for freedom
join songs of nature to heal my thoughts!
Evening darkens with the croaking of frogs,
fireflies dart across the panorama of night.
I feel now more human than a bag of dirt.
The panorama of
David A. Britt - April 10, 2009
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