As I stood in the gentle breezes of nightfall,
a stark white light to the west
peeked down from behind a leafy bower:
the sickle moon, and it was upright-
not cupped like a cereal bowl as in times past.
Had the earth righted itself since last I noticed?
An axis is a curious thing.
Two fireflies hailed each other
within the sparsely fruited branches
of the ancient crab apple tree.
To the south, a large white cloud bank
steadily and swiftly rose
against the darkening canopy.
Among its layers
played opposing bursts of sheet lightening.
played opposing bursts of sheet lightening.
With so much to watch,
I didn't know which direction to face.
I wanted to drink it all in at once.
So seldom I stand silent and still,
eyes and ears attuned
to the natural world around me.
to the natural world around me.
Anticipating the storm,
no twinkling stars dared grace the skies
this night.
And then- the mosquitoes began to land.
08/01/14
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