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

 

uncrowded

 

the present blooms

undisturbed

fragrant with solitude

 

stillness

 

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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