Morning
another day has come into being.
A day like yesterday with clear skies
and already an intimation of heat to come.
The dog and I are out at dawn.
She has found a scent to which
I am not privy and is digging in
the weeds, growling and lunging
after some unfortunate creature.
As for me, my mind is a mirror
of the prevailing silence, empty as the sky.
What a pleasure to have no thoughts at all,
to be merely taking within myself the rising sun
and the spread of colors across the sky.
Under The Sun
when all the sounds seem muffled
and distant and the air is still.
Summer in all its splendor
has finally arrived.
Bird songs emerge from the hedgerow
with a staccato chatter, and then
fade away into the background.
Next door the shrill voices of children
punctuate the silence and then it is
quiet once again. The only sound
remaining is the low evanescent whine
of insects in the grass.
As the heat of the day subsides
the omnipresent whine of insects
also disappears and is replaced
with the sweet chatter of birds.
Like all the days before it, today twirls
slowly under the sun, causing ever changing
shadows and patches of sunlight to dapple
the lawn like images in a slowly turning
kaleidoscope.
As the sun drops lower the birds emerge
from the hedgerow into the coolness
of the approaching evening and hop
across the lawn in search of insects.
It is their daily routine, as certain
as the rotation of the earth that wakes them
in the morning and brings them to roost at dusk.
All important pieces of the timeless patterns
of life under the sun.
8/02/04
Evening
and the air is cool
and full with the songs
of nesting birds.
The last remaining light
is slowly receding;
evening has come.
Above the yard
the black winged
shapes of bats
flit through the air,
and over the eastern horizon
the moon, just past full,
rises large and orange.
Night is here.
8/03/04
Night
perhaps it is the peepers. They are the
first thing I hear. Their voices
are a continual chorus, a
fluctuating refrain that fills the night.
I get out of bed and go into the yard
to listen. Above in the clear sky
the stars call thoughts from me
about such things as my place in the universe,
and if there are others out there
on a rock revolving around a sun someplace,
having destinies and hopes like me.
You know, the usual thoughts that come
when looking up into the night sky.
Then all at once I see them. The Perseids!
I count five or six meteorites flashing across the sky
in the course of several minutes. Enough to
put a smile on my face, but not as many
as there will be next week when there will
be so many all you can say is "wow".
8/04/04
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What I tried to do with this four piece selection is to present a summer day. Did I do it? How did I make you feel?
Of course these poems are Copyright protected in 2004 by David H. Roche.