an eagle and his whispering soar, a
river of silvery ripples
slapping mosquitoes from
my inside thigh, and
chick-a-dee-dees noisy with
tunes, coiling woodsmoke smells,
stars in the sky
and deer pausing within a
circle of peace.
The moon is a bursting nipple
of sensuous delight
loons trilling, their symphony
creating stairwells to a higher level---
beauty abounding as a gentle kiss
upon my lips.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
