Nature is…

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/