STILLNESS
Long quiet summer days of pensive smells
Sitting in earth, grass around shoulders
Buzz of cricket’s joy
Smell of clover envelopes me
Soft winds rustling hair, circling me
Dusk overtakes my eyes shade by shade
Small lost moments as the insects still for the night.
~ John Three Fingers ~
WARM RAIN
Rain pushing down upon me
Golden drops in sunlight, a splashing, sparkling miracle
The rays of sun entering globes of water
Heat touches me in between drops
Times breaks down, perspective loses
We awake moment to moment
The more we become aware the more we discover now
~ John Three Fingers ~