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