Call of the Bee

Call me to lie down in fragrance.” D. Margoshes Echoing past each dropupon my rusty, tin roofthe scent of spring rain; quiet honey bee,no longer hears the soundburied in the dirt; as wild roses bloomtheir fragile petals fall;on the soggy earth. P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest; available on Amazon Last year,Continue reading “Call of the Bee”

Owl’s Song

Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I woke up to an owl’s songthe air speckled with frosttall, majestic trees laced in dollops of weary wintry weather. Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I, still dazed from heavy sleep, woven in layers of colorful quiltswondering, willfully curious as a catof the song’s lyrical message. Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I had longed for aContinue reading “Owl’s Song”

Indian Summer

Dusk settles as dust across earthen land, as warmth seeps slowing from woodland stretched before me like a downed comforter. Come warmth, come and slip between leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as luminous sun grins across the autumn sky. Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul, tricks the body’s brisk well being; but the mindContinue reading “Indian Summer”

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still as late October’s sun glows above fingered bare branches. My heart is chilled as Autumn clings tightly to daylight. My mind wanders… as darken cornfields twist, trembling their fibrous dried stalks. Yet, happiness comes from chattering oaks dancing in November. “Let them praise His name with the dance; Let them singContinue reading “October’s Final Dance”

Skylark

A quivering lyricplummeting, plunging;trilling tune toward meadow nest! A warble in wind tumbling toward field;feathers rumbling,trill lingers. A trumpeter’s tunemelodious melody;true herald of bright skies A caroler’s call,seized then snatched;swallowed in firmament.Skylark higher, higher still! “Your lovingkindness, Oh Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies.” Psalms 36:5 Posted for https://dversepoets.com/ A 44Continue reading “Skylark”

Resting Place

It was ancient, their home, tall and stately. There they stood still staring through the veil of night. Waiting, wondering and watching each taking their turn while others rested.  It was said by many, “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” But it was of no concern for soon break of day would come.Continue reading “Resting Place”