by Renita Boyle- after Thoreau Posted in summer, moments, seasons, nature, rural, identity

I love the broad margin . . .

I love the broad margin

to my life




the present blooms


fragrant with solitude




summer silence

in sunrise doorways


busy bees

and butterflies

streaming warmth

and daisy eyes


I pull a few weeds

plant a few seeds


in the soft ‘hello’

of maples glow


trilling sparrows


time-lapse sunset


evening has arrived

like an old friend


nothing much is accomplished

but without having known

I have grown

like corn in the night.


Renita Boyle


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